Walked into the street, tell you what I saw.
She was standing in the door of the Trent Motel,
howlin' out a call.
She was howlin' out a call of evil torture, bad,
but oh so sweet.
Her torture drives your body wild, from your head,
down to your feet.

Baby, your hell bent for glory.
Look see what you've done, Ms. Wicked

Someday, when I'm dead and gone and
roasting in hell fire.
She might be down there, waiting for me,
filled with hot desire.
She'll torture my body and make me sweat,
until my skin is deadened.
She'll keep my mind, a rockin' and a reelin',
'til I land in heaven.

Baby, your hell bent for glory.
Look see what you've done, Ms. Wicked

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