text: Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
  Shes born to be bad, so run for the hills
  Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
  The fear on your face, it gives me a thrill
  Who wants to be nice?
  Who wants to be tame?
  All of your good guys, they all seem the same
  Original, criminal, dressed to kill
  Just call me Cruella de Vil
  Call me crazy, call me insane
  But youre stuck in the past
  And Im ahead of the game
  A life lived in penance, it just seems a waste
  And the devil has much better taste
  And I tried to be sweet, I tried to be kind
  But I feel much better now that Im out of my mind
  Well, theres always a line at the gates of Hell
  But I go right to the front cause I dress this well
  Rip it up, leave it all in tatters
  Beauty is the only thing that matters
  The fabric of your little world is torn
  Embrace the darkness and be reborn
  Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
  The fear on your face, it gives me a thrill