Devil On the Dance Floor

3 weeks ago by @jamesh411

Devil On the Dance Floor

jamesh411

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I seen you before,
Down at the Country Flame,
Qiana print dress,
Your head hung in shame,
Smelling like vodka and trouble,
Billy, better make it a double,
Shine shine down the karaoke,
In a voice at once so girlish and smoky,
Said you came here to dance,
Said you came here to rage,
As you broke your glass bottle off the edge of the stage,
Hey, I ain’t in hell anymore,
I’m still a devil on the dance floor.

Feeling like a fool in my too tight vest,
Gold plated frames and these chains on my chest,
Ketamine green from the trauma,
Manny pedi done by my mama,
I was sent up the road for the eighties,
I got some jailhouse ink for the ladies,
A dancing skull in tuxedo,
Better make the mayor of Laredo.

Hey, hey I aint in hell anymore,
I’m still a devil on the dance floor,
Hey, hey, I aint in hell anymore,
I’m still a devil on the dance floor.

The roll of the shoulder,
The toe to the heel,
The movement that sticks when you know how this feels,
The lights and the music, the body and soul,
The sweat on your skin as it swallows you whole.

Hey, hey I aint in hell anymore,
I’m still a devil on the dance floor,
Hey, hey, I aint in hell anymore,
I’m still a devil on the dance floor.

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