The word is goin 'round, you're back in town cryin' out my name
You must be mistakin' me for a used-to-be who ought to feel ashamed
I used to pick you up off the kitchen floor
Toss the bottle and put you to bed
Spent my spare time pickin' myself up
How you'd knock me down with things that you said
How you'd knock me down with things that you said
If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell
I'll be the one punchin' the tickets and weighing your bags as well
I was young and I thought pain was a symptom of being loved awful well
If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell
You told me I couldn't be your Tina or your Tammy
If we was ever gonna wed
We couldn't both bring home the bacon, who'd be home to bake the bread
I'd hear you on the phone, you thought you were alone
Telling how you had to split
The world was full of wild women, you were itchin' to dip your toes
You were itchin' to dip your toes
If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell
I'll be the one punchin' the tickets and weighing your bags as well
I was young and I thought pain was a symptom of being loved awful well
If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell
If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell
