Lyrics Hell-Cat - Uli Jon Roth

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 …