The look As she pass she flashed that come-hither look The look That was meant for me and for me alone The look Would be out of place in a children's book The look That could chip a piece off a heart of stone Consider a bit this interesting little tableau A look I could read but where would it lead me to But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo And did just exactly what she was sure I'd do Now at her beck and call She ties me to the strings of
The look As she pass she flashed that come-hither look The look That was meant for me and for me alone The look Would be out of place in a children's book The look That could chip a piece off a heart of stone Consider a bit this interesting little tableau A look I could read but where would it lead me to But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo And did just exactly what she was sure I'd do Now at her beck and call She ties me to the strings of
