i wanna tell ya a little story today
I was drinking alone and then A pretty little red dress walked up to me and said “speak of the devil let me buy you a drink”

but she has it all wrong I’m not the devil I’m just another broken man singing her songs

See miss,
I was a problem only tryna be a cure.
but that was the problem. The world’s motives were never pure.
I’m sure I hurt a little lady like you’re self once or twice but id be dammed if I didn’t say they weren’t just as “nice”

I do...