Speak Of The Devil

Speak of the devil baby

I've got my reservations

I saw you coming from a meter away

I'm not excited

I'm not even waiting

I saw the picture and I know it's a fake

That's how the story goes

That's what the people say

I'm bitter I suppose

But bitterness is gold when she wants her way

If you're gonna put me under

Make sure you do it neatly

If I'm going under I'll go all the way

If you're going pull the curtains

Make sure you pull discreetly

Nothing sticks together without needles and chains

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I know the number

I've seen the mark already

I drove the rental into the Hertz

I can smell the fishes

I know the crimes are changing

Nothing sticks together without needles and skirts

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