The devil doesn't come with horns
He will be everything you've ever wanted
He'll sweep you off your feet
And then he'll make you feel unwanted
He'll dump the dirt where he pleases
He'll wipe his hands clean
He won't give it another thought
And you thought you were his queen
It will be very indirect
It won't be your fault or mine
It won't happen here and now
It might happen way down the line
Then again, it may not happen at all
I'm just terrified that it will
But if he decides to come around
Which one of us will he ****
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
The devil doesn't come with horns
He will be everything you've ever wanted
He'll sweep you off your feet
And then he'll make you feel unwanted
He'll dump the dirt where he pleases
He'll wipe his hands clean
He won't give it another thought
And you thought you were his queen
It will be very indirect
It won't be your fault or mine
It won't happen here and now
It might happen way down the line
Then again, it may not happen at all
I'm just terrified that it will
But if he decides to come around
Which one of us will he ****
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