Robert Vincent - Dancing with Devils Lyrics

Your nicotine failure is plain to see
As the offending white devil is pressed to your lips
That have brought so much pleasure but also spoke pain
You're dancing with devils you're happy again

As you glide from table to table again
The breeze from your apron chilled me and then
You're a mother at heart but a waitress at best
You need to temp your angels to help you rest once again

You're lost but they will help you get home
Now you're dancing with devils

You're special in ways you don't understand
You have all the barflies in your command
And this bar you hold dear but it holds you more
So you'll dance with devils till your dying day

But for now your home and it makes you feel whole
Now you're dancing with devils

Now you've reached an age not many see
You say to yourself I'm glad I've been me
But I'm ready for god if he's ready for me
I want to dance with Angels finally

You're Dancing with Angels