WHO THE HELL IS SHE   © 2024 – lyrics by Mike Bell

When she walks into a room
A little sulphur mixed with her perfume
The twinkle in her eye will tell
That she’s come straight from the gates of hell

She’s everything that you thought she’d be
But the eyes see just what they wanna see
She offers fruit from the sacred tree
She calls herself the Devil, but who the hell is she?

She’s gonna make you doubt
What it’s all about
She’s gonna call your bluff
Until you’ve had enough
She’s gonna test your truth
Until you come around to hers

She’s gonna make you think
Until you’re on the brink
She’s going to find your fears
And wipe away your tears
She’s going to test your will
To see if it will bend or break, oh, or break

She calls herself the Devil, but who the hell is she
She’s been the bane of God’s existence for all eternity
She holds up awful truths for all the world to see
She calls herself the devil, but who the hell
Who the holy hell is she?

David R. Schleicher & Mike Bell