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Songtexte: Slade. She Brings Out The Devil In Me.

Heh yeah, hah hoh ?

Oh, you make my fool-heart a-quiver, you bring out the devil (bring out the devil)
Oh, you make me stand an' deliver, you bring out the devil (bring out the devil)
Woh oh, your dad has caught us in the car
He said look now son your ways are goin' too far
Woh ho, she brings out the devil in me

Oh, you make me melt like butter, you bring out the devil (bring out the devil)
Oh hoh, you find me lyin' in the gutter, you bring out the devil (bring out the devil)
Woh ho, you gotta get out on the double
Come on back little girl, come, there won't be any trouble
I said, woh ho, she brings out the devil in me

I bin a hard-case, a head-case, a nut-case, a special-case
Never been an angel in white
She taught me good things, bad things, tried to clip my wings
Stop me goin' out on the town every night

Oh, I give her all of the patter, she brings out the devil (brings out the devil)
Oh, when I've had too much to drink, she says it doesn't matter (says it doesn't matter)
Woh ho, she understands the way I am
She knows I'll give her good lovin' any time I can
Woh ho, she brings out the devil in me

Oh, you're not expectin' me to woe her, swear I'm gonna leg it (swear I'm gonna leg it)
Oh, you've got so much to give, be sure that I get it (be sure that I get it)
Woh ho, you're stood where we're headin'
You gotta come, headin' for a shotgun weddin'
Woh ho, she brings out the devil in me, yeah

I said, woh ho, she brings out the devil in me
Woh ho, she brings out the devil in me, ha ha ha ha ? ha ha ha ha ?