The grass isn't always greener

Grille de la piste #108521

Fournie par MorganLeFey

Lyrics:

© MorganLeFey
Come dine with me he whispered, his eyes bored to my soul
I'd taken the ring from my finger, lust was the goal
He bade me sit beside him, this man of dark good looks
But before we'd even broken bread, his charisma had me hooked

Bridge and chorus
He's charm the birds right from the trees
bring a woman to her knees,
his gaze told me he'd aim to please
But only please himself

The grass isn't always greener,
I was leaving now I won't
cos it's better to love the angel you know
than lust after the devil you don't

Dining seemed like foreplay as we bit and licked and sucked
we were only at the entree when I knew my goose was plucked
we rushed to his hotel room, but when he paused to lock the door
he gave me such a leering look, I didn't want him any more

I'd been in that devil's thrall and I knew that I'd been blind
cos in my haste to have some fun, I'd left an angel behind
He may not be ambitious nor have the devil's good looks
But he was loyal kind and true and he could read me like a book
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