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....