(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.
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 ...