Music: ulrich roth
fire in her eyes ... burn ...
perfume of the skies ...
fingers cold as ice ... freeze ...
devil in disguise!
well, she's a, she's a, she's a
you know that she's a hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat, hell-cat
(she's gonna scratch up your mind ...)
you know that guy with piccadilly-eyes
was talking to the french boy
but didn't realize.
an' he tried to get a wife
but he couldn't stay alive
well, you know that lad with the rubber-dad
paints his fingers yellow, blue, and red.
an' you also know that she's a liar
knowing only her desire ...