The devil is a lovely fellow,
He asked me for a dance,
I smiled and took his hand,
I knew this dance would be my last.
We danced our way through the old town,
through narrow streets and passersby,
through old building run down,
he spoke to me – his voice a silky lullaby.
He took me back to where we met,
He looked at me with glee,
He knew I felt no dread,
because he knew he’s taking me.