Texty: John Fogerty. Evil Thing.

You know I feel just like a prisoner, the way your love has chained me down, 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!

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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!

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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!

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