The Devil's Punchbowl
Baby’s got chaos in her veins.
Lightning bolts at the break of day.
She can’t run away from the devils parade, the devils escapades.
Baby’s got madness in a glance.
Take 2 steps back and ask her to dance.
But you don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.
Baby’s got perils in her pulse.
Mascara that runs down her blouse.
And I’ve been such a louse.
I am the devils charade, the devils hand grenade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devil’s in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.
And when it’s all said and done, maybe I’m the one,
Who likes to wrap her ‘round my fingers and thumbs.
Maybe it’s me, glory be!
With hooves like goats and secret notes I send to the goddess of infidelity.
But You don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in my soul now that I drink from his punchbowl.
Idle hands – the devil’s playground….