Scorpions — Hell Cat

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, 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 ... 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, 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 ...