At night, when all return home
I go out, to my doom
Seeing dreams in the curves of my body
In my misery of prostitution
Smeared makeup and a bottle of old whiskey
I'm about to live a diabolical romance
Sell my soul and my flesh
For the love of cash

They always want more and more
They want a young whore
My body is dirty and I feel sick
This is the confession of a bitch

On a dark night a man appears
He walks toward me and I feel fear
He says he will give me something special
Asked his name and he said I'm the "devil"

He leads me into a room and shows me a contract
He wants my soul, but I can only offer my flesh
I made a blood pact with the devil
Now I'm totally infernal

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