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 fuck 

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