The devil is a woman with a red dress on

A gleam that fits across a roving eye

The devil is a hand that moves along a saddened scene

A softly whispered, sweetly whispered lie

The devil is a window filled with fancy clothes

To lips that part and smile and breath a sigh

An open door, some place where steps that shouldn't go,

there goes a word that touched a heart and made it cry

Where are you gonna run? Where do you think you're gonna' hide?

What makes you think you're slick enough to take ol' Satan for a ride?

Ain't you never took a notice that no matter what you do,

Our old friend Mephistopheles gets there just ahead of you

The devil never rests, come day, come dusk, come dawn

You compromise and wind up soul in pawn

So don't it strike you funny when you look him in the eye?

The devil looks a lot like you and I