He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll - Betty Hutton

Everyone tells me he’s no good

He doesn’t love me like he should

I would forget him if I only could

He’s a demon

He’s a devil

He’s a doll

That man can look me in the eye

And tell the biggest, sweetest lie

And I forget that lipstick on his tie

He’s a demon

He’s a devil

A doll

Sometimes I make up my mind

That I’ll stop being so blind

And tell him off real bad

But then he turns on those charms

And there I am in his arms

And I forget why I’m mad

I ought to tell him «drop dead!»

But I keep loving him instead

My momma must have dropped me on my head

He’s a demon

He’s a devil

A doll

Sometimes he thrills me through and through

Sometimes he’s sweet, sometimes he’s true

Sometimes I wish he were in Timbuktu

He’s a demon

He’s a devil

He’s a doll

He says he’ll call for me late at night

And take me out somewhere to dine

Then staggers in and sings «Sweet Adeline»

He’s a darling

He’s a dreamboat

He’s a dog

I had the measles at two, the chicken pocks and the flu

My whooping cough was grim

I had the itch and the mumps, the poison ivy and clumps

To top it, now I’ve got him

He’s a palooka, he’s a brute

He drives me crazy but he’s cute

Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot

He’s a demon

He is a devil

He is a doll