Demonic,
Rose West psychotic,
got the number of the beast,

sewn into her fleece.
She's the kind of girl,
you leave at home,

to find the curtains on fire,
fish in the tumble dryer.
She said they needed a wash,

like she's needed a doctor all her life.
She said they needed a wash,
like she's needed a doctor all her life.


Cordelia, Cordelia.


But she is good for me,
I've needed excitement,
ever since I got the job in the city.

I live my life through her,
and that's enough,
to still grab onto the world,

by the neck of its scruff.
And I go crazy when she calls my name,
'cause we have fun.

Yeah, I go crazy when she calls my name,
'cause we have fun.


Cordelia, Cordelia, Cordelia.