Bap Kennedy - Angel Is the Devil Lyrics
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Angel Is the Devil
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What Are The Lyrics For Angel Is the Devil By Bap Kennedy?
One, two, one, two, three, four
Everybody calls her angel, she's no stranger to the devil, I know There's markings on her body, there's fires burning her soul When we're making love he's laughing at us down below She's the devil I know She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Says she comes from heaven Angel is the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Now she's the kind of woman keep you coming back for more She's got the kind of face you swear you've seen someplace before Coulda been your momma, coulda been a Mexican whore She's the devil I know She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Says she comes from heaven Angel is the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Now she'll drag me straight to hell, I can tell, I think I'll just go The devil said to her to deliver me body and soul And every inch she drags me down I'm closer to the glow She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Says she comes from heaven Angel is the devil, I know She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know She's the devil, I know Says she comes from heaven Angel is the devil, I know She's the devil, I know |
Who Wrote Angel Is the Devil By Bap Kennedy?
Steve Earle
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What's The Duration Of The Angel Is the Devil By Bap Kennedy?The duration of Angel Is the Devil is 2:51 minutes and seconds. |
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