Speak of the Devil
He’s a long-legged man in tight fitting jeans
Believes he is a person of extravagant means
He thinks he’s awful cool, he’s always wearing black
Lord have mercy…
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
Well he tempted me with kisses, corrupted me with love
Knowing that he’d leave me when he had enough
I was more than broken hearted it was more like heart attack
Lord have mercy
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
Even though he stole my fire
Heaven help me he still fans my desire
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
So listen to me sister, I’m talking first hand
You better keep your distance from that silver-tongued man
You ought to run for cover while your heart’s intact
Lord have mercy…
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL…he’s back
© Betsy Jill Music (ASCAP) and Ken Meeker Music (BMI)
words & music by Betsy Jackson and Ken Meeker
