Hell Cat کے بول

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...