*From day one,
I warned you of my heat.
Why haven’t you learned
don’t play with me,
if you can’t take the heat.
The cards are on the table son,
pick your game,
but be careful my friend,
for the devil already won.
Have you ever danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight?
His violan bayed at the moon,
as the devil danced with the shadows
on the street.
He gambles with your soul,
he makes you move your feet.
Don’t dance with the devil,
unless you can handle the heat.
© By Amanda D Shelton
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
*From day one,
I warned you of my heat.
Why haven’t you learned
don’t play with me,
if you can’t take the heat.
The cards are on the table son,
pick your game,
but be careful my friend,
for the devil already won.
Have you ever danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight?
His violan bayed at the moon,
as the devil danced with the shadows
on the street.
He gambles with your soul,
he makes you move your feet.
Don’t dance with the devil,
unless you can handle the heat.
© By Amanda D Shelton
*
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