Dancin With the Devil

She hunts in shadows, where her bad men roam, 

Drawn to the danger, like a moth to light 

Her bad boy whispering secrets of sin,
His voice like a razor on a block of ice,
Cold and sharp, deep to her bones.
Those troubled souls made of mist and smoke
She wraps his darkness like a raven wing.
He’s brash and reckless, a ghost with no hope. 

But he feeds on her love, a spell that won’t last. 



She’s dancin’ with the devil,
A soulless sinner in the pale moon light,

She’s dancin’ with the devil, 

A soulless sinner in the pale moon light.

Haunted halls, holding hands.
She’s Dancin’ with the devil.
Songs she loves.

In her heart, there’s a thunder, a heart-shaped storm, 

Each kiss is electric, a new kind of norm. 

He’s selfish and cold, a thief of her warmth. 

But she loves the challenge, despite the fight. 

She thinks she can unshadow him, rewrite the end, 


She’s dancin’ with the devil, 

A soulless sinner pale like the moon light, 

She’s dancin’ with the devil, 

A soulless sinner in the pale moon light. 

Haunted halls, holding hands.
She’s Dancin’ with the devil.
Songs she loves.

Whispers in darkness with every embrace, 

She’s lost in his chaos, can’t find her place. 

Bathed in the shadows where freezer burn flows,

She’s wrapped in the danger, a thrill that she enjoys.
Fingers trace edges of love, cutting her all the way. 

The dance carries on, even after she falls.



She’s dancin’ with the devil,
A soulless sinner in the pale moon light,
She’s dancin’ with the devil, 

A soulless sinner in the pale moon light.

Haunted halls, holding hands.
She’s Dancin’ with the devil.
Songs she loves.

So here’s to the lovers with fire in their veins, 
Dancin’ with devils, holding their chains. 
She’s forever hoping he’ll learn to change, 
But dancin’ with the devil, she knows the game.
Dancin’ with the devil.
Nothin’ will change.