I have done the waltz with the devil,
his feet move like rain.
He swept me off of my feet
and spun me until I felt no pain.
He asked me to dance
with a gracious upturned hand,
I was only so young
as I moved to stand.
You see, I danced with the devil
and something in me smiled,
I had never been so open
I had never been so wild.
I felt no obligations
dancing with such a lover
there were no tears in my eyes,
no scars too sacred to cover.
I tiptoed with the devil
until midnight called me home,
where I dreamt of my dancer
and didn't feel so alone.
