Besedila: Flight Of The Conchords. Demon Woman.

Demon woman
Demon woman

Demon woman, your hair is like silk
But your curdling my milk
I know not of what ilk thou art

Demon woman
Woman demon

Demon woman, you sit on a rock
Looking nice in your frock
But your scaring my livestock

Demon woman
Woman demon

Demon woman, you're making me moan
Turn my bone into stone
And you're takin' me home
To meet your familiars
Nice to meet ya

You cast your spell
Very well

Demon woman
Demon woman
Woman demon

Demon woman, you cut puppies' toes off
Pull an animal's nose off
How'd you magic my clothes off?

Demon woman, take me back to your room
Make me howl at the moon
Make me pray to the temple of womb

Demon woman
Woman demon

Your breasts are balls of flame
And I'm burinin' my hands
Playing these ball games

Demon woman
Demon woman
Demon woman
Woman demon
Oh woman, ow ow ow