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 hes 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 doll1