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Moulettes - "Devil Of Mine"
He moved towards us
his cravat was exquisite,
In the dark silkness is a hint of a diamond
Glittered against his milk white neck.
The way he wore his weary stare had
All the young girls all of a flutter
When his dark eyes met mine
I felt my poor weak heart melt like butter...

I heard a slight exhalation on the 2nd beat,
The sound of a thousand souls slipping under,
Bass like thunder forty feet deep had my
Toe bones tapping
my hip bones a-rattling.
Where the devil is that devil of mine?
Quick step roulette rotating in time.
He could have any heart he wanted but he chose mine.
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