Down in a bar called the Devil's Garden
She was leaning on the jukebox the first time I saw her
Saw the fire in her eyes as she lit her cigarette
That moment smiled at me I'll never forget
Through the Christian
Satan himself must have been your teacher
Through the Christian
Satan himself must have been your teacher
Surely you must be the Devil's daughter
If you win a hundred you're damn sure
on the run
Yeah!
Nothing she wouldn't do and nothing she wouldn't try
On the streets of life she walks the wild side
She's a heat in the night
like all of the wild Everybody's baby but nobody's child
Through the Christian Satan himself
must have been your teacher
Through the Christian Surely you must be the Devil's daughter
