Lately I have conversations with the devil in pants She was beauty , *** on a stand She had gold in her hands Blood in her eyes She would make me a tempting offer You can have all that is mine I turned down her offer Walked away a quarter to nine.
Lately I have conversations with the devil in pants. She invited me for dinner I did suit up on time A little over dressed, roses in my hands. I sat at a corner , took up a carving knife Of course I couldn't trust her A grin on her face when she poured me a glass.
Now me and the devil had a dance Each time I try to leave my body held me back. Tic tock the clock would tick. I was supposed to leave. Looked up, clock would read a quarter past nine. Now I look at the mirror I see gold in my hands Blood in my eyes. I am the devil in pants......kazer 2018 Tm-Narcissus...Tm-beast... Tm-god.
We are that which we criticise , look inwards and see that in the same situation you may have done worse.... the devil in pants. Sometimes we are the DEVIL in our very pants.