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!
