Lyrics

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.
Writer(s): Pearce Noel Anthony Mcmenamin, Liam Gregory D Deakin, Niall Orun Fennell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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