The Devil

The devil is a woman with a red dress on
A gleam that flits across a roaming eye
The devil is a hand that moves along a satin seam
A softly whispered, sweetly whispered lie
The devil is a window filled with fancy clothes
Two lips that part and smile and breathe a sigh
An open door someplace with steps there shouldn't go, there goes
A word that touched a heart and made it cry

Where are you gonna run?
Where do you think you're gonna hide?
What makes you think you're slick enough to take old Satan for a ride?
Ain't you never took a notice that no matter what you do
Our old friend Mephistopheles gets there just ahead of you?

The Devil never rests, come day, come dusk, come dawn
You compromise and wind up sold in parts
So don't it strike you funny when you look him in the eye?
The Devil looks a lot like you and I

Our old friend Mephistopheles gets there just ahead of you

The Devil never rests, come day, come dusk, come dawn
You compromise and wind up sold in parts
So don't it strike you funny when you look him in the eye?
The Devil looks a lot like you and I