The Devil Made Me Do It
They say, to stick with the devil you know,
your inner heart's feelings,
they are never to show,
stay dilligent and strong,
throught all day long,
some say,
to put on a polker face,
no hint of emotion,
not even a trace,
The devil roars loud,
up inside of your head,
he thinks he's so proud,
as he's all dressed in red,
do we really need the devil to get through it?
or should we just say,
the devil made me do it.
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