Devil's Trade
Under the night gownAnd over the skinTurn all the lights outAnd let us begin
Gather this fallenBird to your breastShe'll sing you a songIf you take her to bed
Oooh, the devil's tradeFreedom for a tasteThe apple had the price of a snakeAnd I will pay
As soft as a door mouseUntangle our limbsA kiss on the kneeAnd now you're gone with the wind
Everything's differentAnd I don't belongI'm as cold as a kitchenIn the breaking of dawn
And though it hurtsTo breathI’d die before I'd leave
Oooh, the devil's tradeFreedom for a tasteThe apple had the price of a snakeBut I will pay