It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm,
we can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning, in his grin.
Love is like a sin my love
For the ones that feels it the most
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again
Oh, ho..
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm,
we can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable
Oh well the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning, in his grin.
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