12/8 time to her to be some sort of life of crime With the handcuffs and the billy coming down on me She said 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams
So she planned my funeral and left me for A corpse in a double bed But now she's standing on my front
She goes knock, knock, knock, Knock, knock, knock,
She come at my door Now she knockin' at my door 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, would you look at got a perfume bottle and her fancy clothes And a in her hair Well, she ain't and I'll give her that
But she all there And her ain't 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 quiet but the doorbell's She have to knock, knock, knock, I said gonna knock, knock, knock, yeah
She knockin' at my door Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She knockin' at my door 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 Would I consider to begin to let you in