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The devil smiled and put on her party dress. |
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Out on the curb, her curls were a mess. |
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Chaos tumbled through her nimble hands. |
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Never skipped a beat as she netted another man. |
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In forty-five minutes, his head was on a plate, |
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Served as the main course at a banquet for the state. |
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He should've stayed home, |
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He should've worked late, |
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He should've sent those letters in a dusty milk crate. |
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But it's too late... ha ha! |
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Too late... ha ha! |
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Too late... ha ha! |
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It doesn't matter anyway |
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'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll. |
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In an hour and a half, the devil was down by the sea |
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Working strange mischief on her bride to be. |
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It seems the pretty girl was laughing |
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As her head was filled with doubt. |
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She laughed as her own head was cut off |
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And the fish came spilling out. |
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Watching the fish swim into the sea through a river of red, |
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She said "I'd been wond'ring what's been troubling my head. |
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And I thank you for expelling those irritating pests. |
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Now if you'll slap me back together, I'll be at my very best |
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And we can go, you devil, we can go..." |
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She should've set the clock back, |
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She should've taken her time, |
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She should've set her hair on fire with vodka and lime. |
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But it's too late... ha ha! |
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Too late... ha ha! |
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Too late... ha ha! |
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It doesn't matter anyway |
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'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll. |
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Now the story takes a happier turn |
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'Cause the devil loved the girl and the feeling was returned. |
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They cut through the trees knocking the tops off as they flew |
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To a pretty place for kissing--a place with a view. |
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They watched a man lay down his hand in a game of chance. |
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The lust for luck and security is a hopeless romance. |
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The devil grinned and whispered, "comfort is a myth. |
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The clock keeps ticking, ticking; going tick... tick... tick... tick" |
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He should've took the train, |
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He should've wore black, |
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He should've rode his high horse of a red apple jack. |
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But it's too late... ha ha! |
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Too late... ha ha! |
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It's too late... HA HA! |
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It doesn't matter anyway |
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'Cause when the light goes out, heads are gonna roll. |
