The Devil's House
I was walking down the road and I saw a girl and she sure looked pretty. She was on the corner with her friends and they were acting kind of flirty. They were all dressed like Vegas showgirls and they were talking kind of dirty. I knew she was no choir girl, but I never expected this. That kind of sweet temptation, it’s just oo hard to resist.
She asked if i wanted to come to her house and I said yes with great expectations. What happened next, let’s just say I had some reservations. When we got there, i saw a man at the door and he says with a grin “welcome to my house you naughty little boy, why don’t you come on in”?
Something don’t seem right I said” it’s way too warm. He says, well you know, any port in a storm. This is the devils’ house and of course it’s on fire. Fueled by your own lust and a woman’s’ desire. You think that you're leaving but it’s way too late. What did you think when you asked for a date?
What are you worried about; don’t you know this is going to be fun. The girls are all looking sexy and their hair is all undone time is a wasting and the girls are hot to trot it’s starting to get crowded; you better pick your spot. You better go inside but I have to let you know, don’t get out of line lest you reap what you sow.
Reap what you sow, I said what do you mean? Never mind he says let’s just see your green. Paying for trouble is not what I expected but this is the devils’ house of course you’re rejected. This is the devils’ house of course it’s on fire. Fueled by lust and a woman’s’ desire. You think that you’re leaving but it’s way too late. Bet you’ll know better the next time you date.
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