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 ...