Tammy Darby

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You danced with the devil with your skirts held high

As the sun lay low
And the moon rose high
You danced with the devil with your skirts held high
A crimson scarf round your white throat
And a gleam in your eye

You waltzed with the dark one
Until the sun began its astral ascent
Suddenly regretting the damning steps
Began to lament

Not a minute to cry
No hours lay before you to repent
You were duly warned by the black book
Aware of his devious intent

Still you danced with the devil with your skirts held high
Signing your cursed name on the unholy line
You chose the fiery waltz
Now comes the cost
Once again, he has triumphed
Another soul lost

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