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I was minding my own business, like I usually do.
It was like any other day, and a hot wind blew.
About then, a whirlwind appeared, and I was surprised.
That's when the devil in the flesh materialized. 

He said, "Me and you!  Come on now, let's make a deal.
Take some time and think it over.  See how you feel."
I said, "Tell me some more, Mister Beelze...Bub -
join me at the bar, but no smoking, put out that stub."

The red fella said, "thank you friend, don't mind if I do".
I said, "What's your ruinous plan?  I'd like to review".
He said, "I'm looking for a deal, want something cheap,
How much is your soul (not that I think you're a creep)?"

I thought, "Maybe I should sell, the price might plummet
like the soul of a delegate at the G20 summit."
"Mister Satan", I said, "I'll need a signed contract".
He grinned, as on some nuts on the counter he snacked.

Lucifer said with a frolicking jump and a caper,
"Sure, we can draft up a legally binding paper...
that protects me too", he said. I felt hot like a toaster.
"Your soul's price on Nasdaq is like a rollercoaster."

I won't take more of your time, won't sit here and gab.
We walked out of the bar, and I hailed him a cab.
A deal was made, and we're both doing pretty well,
but he failed to consider, he'll have to see me in Hell.

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