| She’s a killer, a real cold killer |
| She’ll drive you out to the back |
| Just to kiss and attack your will |
| She’s a monster, a real soft winner |
| Her heart is pumping her blood |
| It ain’t feeling or loving or good |
| She’ll bring the wrong sound from the underground |
| She’s got a new bag, love in every town |
| She’s got a cold, dead spirit in her house |
| I’ve got a feeling that I will be next in her line to fail |
| She’s a vulture in a land of fire |
| She picks and she chews |
| And she’s hungry for news to spread |
| She’s a dancer and she moves like water |
| She bends and she flows |
| And you’ll drown if you go too deep, yes, you will |
| She’ll bring the wrong sound from the underground |
| She’s got a new bag, love in every town |
| She’s got a cold, dead spirit in her house |
| I’ve got a feeling that I will be next in her line to fail |
| She’s a killer, a real cold killer |
| She’ll drive you out to the back |
| Then she’ll kill and attack your will |
| She’s a monster, a real soft winner |
| Her heart is pumping her blood |
| It ain’t feeling or loving or good |
| Her heart is pumping her blood |
| It ain’t feeling or loving or good |
| Her heart is pumping her blood |
| It ain’t feeling or loving or good |
| She’s no good |