Last Night
Last Night
Last night I met the devil
and I really must confess.
The devil looks a lot like you,
he wears a cocktail dress.
His laugh was like a symphony
he looked me in the eyes.
He said the things you used to say
like I just can't tell lies.
He smiled like an angel
every hair was in its place.
For a moment in the soft moonlight
I swear I saw your face.
He told about great things he's done,
he wanted me to see.
Past the things that people say
to who he claimed to be.
He laughed at all the jokes I told
and asked me to tell more.
Something told me deep inside
he heard them all before.
Pretending to be someone else
I finally saw right through.
Last night I met the devil
as he pretended to be you.
Edwin C Hofert
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