Lyrics

She got fluorescent skin
Gold fingertips
Blood in her eyes
Blood on her lips

She was a lady
A smooth pleasure machine
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114

She got snakes in her hair
Rings on her toes
Love on her mind
Love in her bones

She gets acquainted
She gets a bit obscene
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114

She coaxed me into her lair with a tonic and gin
She was looking mighty good for the shape she was in
Rocking hoarse calypso under blanket of night
Puffing cigarillos, begging me for a fight

She got a flaming Bible on her hope chest
A card catalogue with all the people she blessed
Oh, she’s made of velveteen
The devil is a woman, she picked me up on 114

She got a stone for a heart
A void for a soul
She live in the bottom of a bottomless hole
She pounds aggression with an old ball-peen
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114

The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114
She knows what she wants
And what she wants you ain't never seen