| You’re invited to join the procession
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| There is someone I’d like you to meet
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| She looks like she might be for hire
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| But you won’t find her out in the street
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| Her hair is the color of fire
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| And she’s dancing the night beside me
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| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
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| Or maybe I got to believe
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| She’s a devil, she’s desire
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| She’s an angel, I’m on fire
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| I found in my life there were others
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| But no one so equal it seems
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| And you stand at the edge of my heaven
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| But her fingertips pulsing to me
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| Her hair is the color of fire
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| And she’s dancing the night beside me
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| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
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| Or maybe I got to believe
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| She’s a devil, she’s desire
|
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire
|
| She’s a devil, she’s desire
|
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire
|
| You’re invited to join the procession
|
| There is someone I’d like you to meet
|
| She looks like she might be for hire
|
| But you won’t find her out in the street
|
| Her hair is the color of fire
|
| And she’s dancing the night beside me
|
| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
|
| Or maybe I got to believe
|
| She’s a devil, she’s desire
|
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire
|
| She’s a devil, she’s desire
|
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire
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| She’s a devil, she’s desire
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| She’s an angel, I’m on fire |