The Devil will Play
Angel on my shoulder, devil in my mind
whispers to be good, my thoughts decline.
The Good Book says not to sin
but can't help it when those thoughts begin.
Beauty to the beholder indeed
thoughts of her beauty rapture within me
That lovely pretty face and body with curves
way her parts wiggle while walking, such nerve.
Every true boy and red blooded man
thinking those thoughts that nature planned
Your heart skips a beat while eyes stare
Poor Angels warning you just can't hear.
Devil is smiling this battle he wins
for the love struck guy thinks only of sin.
Angel on my shoulder flies away
for in your arms my lovely, the Devil will play.
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