I'm going to hell for this one.
Not quickly though, since
I think Satan
wants to see me squirm
(And God, poor God,
He still has hope).

No, smiling eyes
And midnight hair
And caramel skin
(Sweet tasting, smooth)
Will carry me there
And drop me off
On their way to heaven.

I'm going to hell for this one.
Yes, surely.

The problem is
You can't share a lover.
Not when your heart
is captivated.

I'm going to hell for this one.
Watch out for my falling heart.