Artist: the twilight singers
Song: number nine
Devil-
Sweet talking fly on the wall
Blackberry belle of the ball
Just like you told me-
I'm gonna crawl
You trouble me
And I ain't myself anymore
I'm crawlin around like a whore
And you love me there on the floor
Come on, boy, don't be such a baby
And maybe - I'll bail you out
One more time
You got number nine starin atcha
Get back, boy - or I'll make you blind
You fucker -
This here's where we settle up-
One last sweet drink from you cup-
Hand it over, slowly-
I'm gone
Come on boy, don't be such a baby
And maybe - I'll sell you out
One more time
You at the foot of the master -
I'm faster -but I'm gonna take
My time-
And I'm gonna make you blind-
