You are a creature of the dark,
Come on hit me on my mark.
This X marks my heart,
On the mark.
Bad luck and worse weather,
Hyacinth and Heather,
Of Lace and Leather.
I'm moving on, I'm getting out of here.
The DEVIL cries without a tear.
I'm moving out of here
With a bag of Devils tears.
When the Devil cries,
It's a pack of LIES.
A heart of gold, a heart of tacks,
You love me baby, that's a fact
In your big black Cadillac.
I'm moving upwards through the atmosphere
The devil cries without a tear.
Writer(s): Mary Timony
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