Heard you knockin' on the
Devil's door
Come back tommorow baby

Cause he aint takin' any more
See you walkin' down on
Bourbon street

I can tell you girl
Who the man is you've got to meet
Well he's go the flashy diamonds

He's got the brand new car
Says he's got the kind of things
The kind of things that'll take you far

An' alls you've got to give
Alls ya got to give
Is a just a little bit 'o lovin' girl

Whoa no no yeah
Just a little bit 'o lovin girl
Whoa no no yeah

Well like a vampire
She stalks the streets at night
Say's he's gonna give you every thing you want and more

If the time is right
And no you aint got
You aint got

To take
But any bit of his lovin' girl
No no oh yeah

Any bit of his lovin girl
Say money's comin' in
But every thing is fine

Food on the fridge
And there's plenty of time
To get you back up on top again

Its better than bein' at the bottom
In the bitter end
But i got you in the game

The story's told
Devils come around
To take your soul

Said he wants to be your number one man
And tell you when to walk
And who to $#&@

And when you can stand
The back seat of
A limosine

But if you make a million dollars
Baby you'll be the queen
Of it all

Oh no no yeah
You'll be the queen of it all
Whoa no no yeah