Angels and Devils (Round Twelve)
Yes! I am the Angel on your shoulder,
And the Devil with his hand up your skirt.
The Angel asks you to take off your shirt,
Because the Devil is getting bolder.
The Angel has you bent like a folder.
The Devil teases you with his growth spirt,
As the Angel warns you that "this might hurt,"
Since the Devil's heart is getting colder.
On the outside, the Angel comforts you.
The Devil destroys you on the inside.
On the outside, the Angel remains true.
The Devil exposes himself, then hides.
When the Angel has nothing more to do,
The Devil proceeds to mount up, then ride.
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