Aimer à perdre la raison

I'm an evil gal; don't you bother with me

Yes, I'm an evil gal; don't you bother with me

I'll empty your pockets and fill you with misery

I've got men to the left, men to the right

Men every day and men every night

I've got so many mem, mmm, I don't know what to do

So I'm tellin' you, daddy, I ain't no good to you

I've got men in the east, men in the west

But my man here in Harlem always loves me the best

I'm an evil gal and I need an evil man

But I'm down in the dumps since I lost him to Uncle Sam

If you want to be happy, don't hang around with me

Mmm, I said if you wanna be happy, don't hang around with me

'Cause I'm an evil gal and I want to set you free