12/8 seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming on me She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad
So she my funeral and left me for dead A single in a double bed But now she's on my front porch
She goes knock, knock, knock, Knock, knock, knock,
She come at my door Now she come 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, you look at here She's got a perfume and her fancy clothes And a ribbon in her Well, she ain't and I'll give her that
But she all there And her body ain't as as her underwear Her stomach ain't big I suppose To eat up all the words that she spoke
She gonna try to ring quiet but the broke She gonna to knock, knock, knock, I said gonna knock, knock, knock, yeah
She come at my door Now she knockin' at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She come at my door Now she knockin' at my door 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 of my chinny-chin-chin I ever consider to begin to let you in