He's A Demon, He's A Devil, He's A Doll Written by Don Raye and Harold Spina © 1950 Big Four Music Co. Released on RCA Victor 20-4000 Recorded 1950 Orchestra conducted by Pete Rugolo Running Time: 3 mins 13 secs Lyrics: Everyone tells me he’s no good He doesn’t love me like he should I would forget him if I only could He’s a demon, he’s a devil, he’s a doll That man can look me in the eye And tell the biggest, sweetest lie And I forget that lipstick on his tie He’s a demon, he’s a devil, he’s a doll Sometimes I make up my mind That I’ll stop being so blind And tell him off real bad But then he turns on those charms And there I am in his arms And I forget why I’m mad I ought to tell him “drop dead!” But I keep loving him instead My momma must have dropped me on my head He’s a demon, he’s a devil, he’s a doll Sometimes he thrills me through and through Sometimes he’s sweet, sometimes he’s true Sometimes I wish he were in Timbuktu He’s a demon, he’s a devil, he’s a doll He says he’ll call for me late at night And take me out somewhere to dine Then staggers in and sings “Sweet Adeline” He’s a darling, he’s a dreamboat, he’s a dog I had the measles at two, the chicken pocks and the flu My whooping cough was grim I had the itch and the mumps, the poison ivy and clumps To top it, now I’ve got him He’s a palooka, he’s a brute He drives me crazy but he’s cute Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot He’s a demon, he’s a doll, he’s a doll