Dancing With Devils Songtext
von Robert Vincent

Your nicotine failure is plain to see
As the offending white devil is pressed to your lips
That have brought so much pleasure but also spoke pain
You′re dancing with devils, you're happy again

As you glide from table to table again
The breeze from your apron chills me, and then
You′re a mother at heart but a waitress at best
You need to temp your angels to let you rest once again

You're lost, but they will help you get home

Now you're dancing with devils
Dancing with devils
Dancing with devils
Dancing with devils

You′re special in ways you don′t understand
You have all the barflies in your command
And this bar you hold dear, but it holds you more
So you'll dance with devils ′til your dying day

But for now you're home, and it makes you feel whole


And you′re dancing with devils
Dancing with devils
Dancing with devils
You're dancing with devils
You′re happy again

Now you've reached an age not many sees
You say to yourself, "I'm glad I′ve been me"
But I′m ready for God if he's ready for me
Wanna dance with angels finally

Now you′re dancing with angels
You're dancing with angels
You′re dancing with angels
You're dancing with angels

Dancing with angels
Dancing with angels
Dancing with angels
Dancing with angels

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh