(Shanklin) If ever a devil was born without a pair of horns it was you Jezebel it was you if ever a pair of eyes promised paradise it was you Jezebel
I can't reject this empty hole I cannot count the bloody cost I can't believe this wretched soul Come penetrate all this loss Come on and kill this sense
man to man to man Until your mission is done Jezabel, kiss and tell You use your body just to cast your spell And sell your story You're just a Jezabel
Jezebel Jezebel If ever the Devil was born without a pair of horns It was you, Jezebel, it was you If ever an angel fell Jezebel, it was you, Jezebel
Verse 1: She wakes up to an unknown face again her memory is slow and rewinded she brushes her and over her face the only thing she feels is disgrace
Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us But when she knew how to walk she knew How to bring the
To think of my task is chilling To know I was carefully Building the mask I was wearing For two years, swearing I'd tear it off I've sat in the dark
She attracts dark rumours Travels in blue and other humours Each time she walks in the room Brings in much more than you'd assume Ooo, I looked in her
Twenty-five miles to go am I almost there Seems like this road ain't never going nowhere And I can't be born again But I will take the blame And
They call you Jezebel Whenever we walk in You're going straight to hell For wanted acts of sin, they say And that I'll have to pay But I need you just
Hey hey hey I give him love, the best I can But you don't seem to understand It's not always deep but it's always true And he does not belong to you
Babies were crying before you got here I believe they're crying still The world as we know, it keeps right on turning I guess it always will Still something
First glimpse, instant attraction She acted as if my interest was a common reaction Took satisfaction in knowin' she was beautiful She twisted up the
Don't you look pretty Dressed to the nines A comfortably sitting On your gold mine Blood red and blond Lipstick and curls A high-heeled Don Juan Come
winding fury in half-light morning desert winds of jezebel, home again she will drape the jewels from your praying hands entice you to the flawlessness
Jezebel boy! You know all the guys In the sheriff's patrol They leave you alone When they round up the whores Up on hollywood boulebard Sometimes that
I am just a friend, I am just a friend. Your passions laid captive to the mercy of these men, I am just a friend, I am just a friend. Condemnation, frustration