Paroles – Scorpions – Hell–cat

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, 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 !

She's a, 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 ...