| Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil
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| She's born to be bad
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| So run for the hills
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| Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil
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| The fear on your face
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| It gives me a thrill
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| Who wants to be nice?
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| Who wants to be tame?
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| All of your good guys
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| They all seem the same
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| Original, criminal, dressed to kill
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| Just call me Cruella De Vil
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| Call me crazy, call me insane
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| But you're stuck in the past
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| And I'm ahead of the game
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| A life lived in penance, it just seems a waste
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| And the devil has much better taste
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| And I tried to be sweet, I tried to be kind
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| But I feel much better now that I'm out of my mind
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| Well, there's always a line at the gates of hell
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| But I go right to the front 'cause I dress this well
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| Rip it up, leave it, all in tatters
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| Beauty is the only thing that matters
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| The fabric of your little world is torn
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| Embrace the darkness and be reborn
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| Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil
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| The fear on your face
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| It gives me a thrill |