The Devil's Got Your Number-Barbara Dickson

Shoes upon the table and a spider's been killed And someone broke the lookin' glass There's a full moon shinin' an' the salt's been spilled You're walkin' on pavement cracks Don't know what's gonna come to pass. Now you know the devil's got your number, You know he's gonna find you You know he's right behind you He's staring through your windows, He's creepin' down the hall. Ain't no point at clutchin' at your rosary You're always gonna know what was done Even when you shut your eyes you'll still see That you sold a son And you can't tell anyone. Now you know the devil's got your number, You know he's gonna find you You know he's right behind you He's staring through your windows, He's creepin' down the hall. Yeah you know the devil's got your number, You know he's gonna find you You know he's right behind you He's staring through your windows, And he's knockin' at your door Yeah he's knockin' at your door He's knockin' at your door