A/N: Purely fiction. Because, c'mon, it's me were talkin' about. Mr. Lonely. Short song. This was going to be about something in my life, but completely turned into a fictional song. No music for this one. Couldn't find anything to go with it. :/

In Love with the Daughter of the Devil

Looking in the thorn bush,
I saw a colorful rose.
A girl picked it from the stem,
And put it on her black clothes.
She came ever close to me,
She was on fire with love's desire.
I told her to get away,
She told me I was a liar.

Intoxicated by her touch,
Maybe its bad that I want her this much.
She fights back, she's a rebel,
I'm in love with the daughter of the devil.

The love she brings to me,
Hangs on a thin black wire.
While dancing with me,
She brings me close to fire.
Why am I infatuated,
With love so close to hate.
Maybe I can't go on,
Cause true love, I cant relate.

Intoxicated by her touch,
Maybe its bad that I want her this much.
She fights back, she's a rebel,
I'm in love with the daughter of the devil.