|
heard you knockin' on thedevil's doorcome back tommorow babycause he aint takin' any moresee you walkin' down onbourbon streeti can tell you girlwho the man is you've got to meetwell he's go the flashy diamondshe's got the brand new carsays he's got the kind of thingsthe kind of things that'll take you faran' alls you've got to givealls ya got to giveis a just a little bit 'o lovin' girlwhoa no no yeahjust a little bit 'o lovin girlwhoa no no yeahwell like a vampireshe stalks the streets at nightsay's he's gonna give you every thing you want and moreif the time is rightand no you aint gotyou aint gotto takebut any bit of his lovin' girlno no oh yeahany bit of his lovin girlsay money's comin' inbut every thing is finefood on the fridgeand there's plenty of timeto get you back up on top againits better than bein' at the bottomin the bitter endbut i got you in the gamethe story's tolddevils come aroundto take your soulsaid he wants to be your number one manand tell you when to walkand who to fuckand when you can standthe back seat ofa limosinebut if you make a million dollarsbaby you'll be the queenof it alloh no no yeahyou'll be the queen of it allwhoa no no yeah |
