The devil’s got a gun to my head...please don’t pull the trigger...

How many times must I apologize before you learn to accept...

Well I hope and I pray...that you’ll end up with me someday...

But I’d really rather wish that you didn’t...



The devil’s got my heart in a vice again...please don’t drop the hammer...

I swear to god I’d be better off dead than to have to take you in to my bed...

Well I hope and I pray...that you’ll end up with me someday...

But I’d really rather wish that you didn’t...



Oooh, I want you...but I don’t want to have to...

I never asked you to be my guide...I never asked you to be my life...

I never asked you to be my bride...I never asked you to be my wife...

But I need you like a drug....I need you like a drug....

I need you like a drug...



But drugs kill...and drugs slay...and I won’t need you at all someday...

So I’d really rather wish that you didn’t....look at me that way...

Don’t even look at me...with your pity...

Don’t look at me...don’t look at me....you’re my devil...



The devil’s got a gun to my head.








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