Lyrics of 'He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll' by 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, he's 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, he's 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's a devil, he is a doll