Texty: The Scorpions. Virgin Killer. Hell Cat.

Fire in her eyes
Perfume of the skies
Fingers cold as ice freeze
Devil in disguise

Well, she's a, she's a
Well, she's a, she's a
You know that she's a
Hell cat, hell cat, hell cat, hell cat

You know that guy with Piccadilly eyes
Was talking to the French boy but didn't realize
Banana-long-boat-eating, kept hearts beating
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
And you also know that she's a liar
Knowing only her desire

Fire in her eyes burn
Perfume of the skies
Fingers cold as ice, freeze
Devil in disguise

Well, she's a, she's a
Well, she's a, she's a
You know that she's a
Hell cat, hell cat, hell cat

You know that guy with Piccadilly eyes
Was talking to the French boy but didn't realize
Banana-long-boat-eating, kept hearts beating
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
And you also know that she's a liar
Knowing only her desire