Devil Or Angel

She was an angel sent from heaven; or a demon straight from hell; She was everything that I should learn, so in heaven I’d do well. She made me laugh about myself, as I practiced ringing bells; But somehow she expected that, and everyone she’d tell. She said I was contagious, she was a lotion for a rash; But then she stepped all over me, as if I were some trash. We tussled at the pits of hell, we huddled in the clouds; We told ourselves that it was love, but we hid beneath a shroud Walking down the avenue; it’s obvious I was proud; Yet often I would notice her, looking to the crowd. She was everything I needed but she was nothing that I want; I think she’s out there on a broom; on a witches haunt.