High on the hill with the lonely goat She’s tall and [?], she likes the way that goes with the boys She’s always had him by the throat
Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go
She believes in God and I suppose, so do I She was brought up so long in me so right That I wouldn’t say that to your face I’d just say: “I don’t understand your way”
Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go
I want to live with Justine in Alexandria And we would talk about the [?] I wouldn’t say that to your face I’d just say: “I don’t understand your way”
Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go
Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go Oh, oh I can’t let the devil go