You'd better stop playing the devil's game
Before it turns around on you.Out in the street with all the wrong crowd
When your looks start to fade and the figure spreads
And the phone no longer rings
Sleepless lonely nights spent crying out loud
I'm not like the other men you've known in the past
Who want a race to your bed I'm the marrying kind
And the love of a good woman remains in my head
Dad and others I've confided in say I should walk away now
Because that life of confusion is just like quicksand will
Make a devil's player end up all alone
The more you play the faster you sink
Your head is so messed up how can you think?
Please stop playing the game is my advise before the game
And the devil turn around on you