Текст John Fogerty – Evil Thing

You know I feel just like a prisoner
The way your love has chained me down
And it’s so hard to make a move
When your evil thing is all around

So I gave your letter to the mailman
I turned your picture to the wall
But still you have claimed me forever
And that’s what scares me most of all

Ooh, you evil thing, why do you haunt me?
You evil thing, what good is love?

The other night, I had a feeling
There was somebody else in my room
Now I don’t know if I was dreamin’
But I still get a chill from your perfume

When my telephone rings, and there’s no answer
And the wind comes knockin’ at the door
I can see things flashin’ by the window
Lord, I can’t take it much more!

Ooh, you evil thing, why do you haunt me?
You evil thing, what good is love?

Yeah yeah yeah!

So I gave your letter to the mailman
I turned your picture to the wall
But still you have claimed me forever
And that’s what scares me most of all

Ooh, you evil thing, why do you haunt me?
You evil thing, what good is love?
You evil thing, why do you haunt me?
You evil thing, what good is love?
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