It's the Devil I Love

Blissfully, (she) sings to me
"It's the devil that I love."
Three A.M.'s back again and the girls are fast asleep
Tucked into their beds up above
Down below, I have nowhere else left to go
Six grey hairs and the fangs of
Another night playing uncle in this home

What I fear
What I know
Is that these girls will never know
All their prayers on their knees
Won't stop men just like me
From preying, male gazing, drink-lacing
From turning coddled lives to living hell

Oh, young American girls
In young American rooms
With young American dreams
In young American wombs
No matter how much you pray
No matter how much you hide
There's a dorm, there's a church
Full of American boys drunk on American thighs

Singing: If it's the devil that's in me, then it's the devil I love
Cross my heart and hope to die
If it's the devil in me, then it's the devil I love
If it's the devil in me, then it's the devil I love
One below, and nothing up above

Three A.M.'s back again
I'm dialing digits on my phone
'Cause it's true: even men just like me
Raised properly, respectfully
Have something hiding, something fighting to drag us all below

It's the devil I love
It's the devil I love
It's the devil I love
Devil that I love

It's the devil I love
It's the devil I love
It's the devil I love
Devil that I love



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Brown Iv, Anthony Rivera, Christopher Conde, Justin Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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