Satan's Child

She's five foot two and quite a sight. Bet your life you'll find.
A hundred pounds of dynamite, enough to blow your mind.
I can't forget that raven hair or the evil way she smiled.
She'd make a sin of Holy Prayer. They call her Satan's child.

A lily-white complexion is just part of her disguise.
A glaring imperfection is the devil in her eyes.
She's a walkin', talkin' statue. If she gets you all alone,
don't let her look straight at you, cuz she'll turn your heart to stone.

Beware of Satan's child, she'll destroy you if you let her.
She'll leave you broken and beguiled, and I swear you won't forget her.
Beware of Satan' child, just hear me when I say:
She'll drive a sane man wild if he lets her have her way.

Women come and women go, or so they always say.
But those of us she came to know just won't forget that day.
Her ruby lips and ivory skin could melt the hardest rock.
And once she's touched your soul within, she'll stop it like a clock.

I tell you man you must beware. Just listen to me sir!
There're too many women out there to get tangled up with her.
Her story is a mystery in a book that I've compiled;
a chapter of the history of a gal called Satan's child.