Snow, sleet, wind or rain she keeps her shades on.
And always goes out of her way to get her rave on.
Her polka-dot, black and white, skin-tight coat,
Would put Cruella De-Vil to shame.
(Woah)
And I don't wanna be just another tick on her list of names.
(Woah)
I just wanna be the one who wins the game,
But she won't let me play.
(Woah)
She's as rare as a million dollar bill.
(Woah)
There's nobody like my Cruella De-Vil.
And maybe I should refrain 'cos she's a bit inhumane,
And my friends say she's poisoned my brain.
Because this mademoiselle has got me under her spell,
I heard that Satan spat her out from the depths of hell.
(Woah)
And I don't wanna be just another tick on her list of names.
(Woah)
I just wanna be the one who wins the game,
But she won't let me play.
(Woah)
She's as rare as a million dollar bill.
(Woah)
There's nobody like my Cruella De-Vil.
Yeah only this chick could do me over like this,
She is a bit slick, looks rich, personified matrix.
This mademoiselle has got me under her spell,
Because there's nobody like my Cruella De-Vil
(Woah)
Because there's nobody like my Cruella De-Vil.
(Woah)
Because there's nobody like my Cruella De-Vil.
