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