Kiss upon thy lips, sweat upon the brow. Perfection found in the devils woes.                  

Sweetest little words and temptress taunts.  Naughtiness and no shortage of wants.  Sweetness and a whole lot of spells.
Voodoo buried at the bottom of wells.

Magical moments caught in the air.
Angels the cause of so much despair.
Nothing wrong with the curvy hips.
Going to wish you had never taken sips.

Continuous knives in the back.
Devil worked so hard in the sack.
From the moment you look in the eyes.
The heart will have an eternity of sighs.

Devils, angel gonna rip your heart out.
This will ultimately be your final bout.
The blood will flow from the river.
Now that she has thrown the sliver.

Screaming, back away if you can.
Broken heart has a gun in hand.
Today is the final day.
No longer a way to stay