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U.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. Banana-long-boat-eating 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 ... |