She wears ragged shirts and colored skirts She sings with crooking raven birds Sometimes she's walking around on the graveyards of our town Did I forget her hair is red And she likes talking to the dead With a table and a glass All between earth and stars Mother Mary, Holy Ghost, this boy Ignores what I like most This boy... ignores what I like most She's got the devil deep inside oh this is what all young men like This is... this is what young men like Please come, mother she's alright, she just feels better in the night She just... feels better in the night 'Cause sunlight turns her pale skin red, "I swear to God" that's what she said I swear... to God that's what she said