Sometimes at night when the full moon’s on the rise You can see the ghost of Valerie she’s wearing her dress of white The same dress she wore the night the devil called the name Of sweet Valerie Of sweet Valerie
Not too long ago she was her parents’ pride and joy Sixteen years of age when she was caught by love’s hot fire The one she gave her heart to promised to be true To his sweet Valerie To his sweet Valerie
But on the night before their wedding while he’s still out in town Tracks of foreign lipstick on his dirty shirt she found She broke down in tears and the devil had his chance On the day sweet Valerie turned evil On the day sweet Valerie turned evil Turn evil, baby!
She put on her wedding dress and showed her sweetest smile When he returned that night a bullet sent him for a ride To hell with just the memory of her lovely face gone wild Poor evil Valerie Poor evil Valerie
When she returned to her senses and she saw the deed she’d done In a moment of desperation once more she fired the gun From behind the devil’s laughter came ringing through the night On the day sweet Valerie turned evil On the day sweet Valerie turned evil Turn evil, baby!