Just got another call from down at the station   They found lucky victim number 7   City of sin in the city of angels   Without a heaven      (Sunday sun is running away)      High up in the hills surrounded by stars   Her latest masterpiece she made out of glass   City of sin in the city of angels   In the trunk of her car      Oh no, temptation is running wild   But I know that someday you'll be mine   When you return to the scene of the crime.      Satan took her mind and held it for ransom   Dad was short of cash but brutally handsome   Then she discovered that killing was her passion.      Oh no, temptation is running wild   But I know that someday you'll be mine   When you return to the scene of the crime      We traced a call from Collexico   She said she wants to meet your wife and kids (Oh no)   They're away on holiday   In San Felez bay in Mexico      Oh no, temptation's reconciled   There she goes, she's taking her own guide   Now I know she's left us with a smile   When she returned to the scene of the crime.