12/8 time seemed to her to be sort of life of crime the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming down on me She said 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams
So she my funeral and left me for dead A single corpse in a bed But now she's standing on my front
She knock, knock, knock, knock Knock, knock, knock,
She come knockin' at my Now she come knockin' at my Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
Now she knockin' at my door Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
Well, you look at here got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothes And a in her hair Well, she ain't bad-lookin' and I'll give her
But she all there And her body as sexy as her underwear Her stomach big enough I suppose To eat up all the words that she spoke
She gonna try to ring but the doorbell's broke She have to knock, knock, knock, I said You're knock, knock, knock, yeah
She come knockin' at my Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She come knockin' at my Now she come knockin' at my Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in I no
She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, please Oh,
No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no
Not by the hair of my I ever consider to begin to let you in