The devil ran his fingers down my spine…

Whispering “Don’t you want to play like we used to baby”?

He sits beside me and pours me a glass of champagne

Sparkling in the candle light…

The drink seems to whisper as well,

And like a dream I lose focus.

Staring at this omen to my past.

“Can’t we return”? Says the Devil.

His fingers running down my spine…

And I remember…

As the champagne dances before me

Seduction has always been his art

Falling in love with the Devil

While he slowly tears my life apart.