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 mine
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And she's spending the night beside me
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Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
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Or maybe I got you really
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She's a devil, she's devine
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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 mine
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And she's spending the night beside me
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Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
|
Or maybe I got you really
|
She's a devil, she's devine
|
She's an angel, I'm on fire
|
|
She's a devil, she's devine
|
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 mine
|
And she's spending the night beside me
|
Could this be my mind, am I dreaming
|
Or maybe I got you really
|
She's a devil, she's devine
|
She's an angel, I'm on fire
|
|
She's a devil, she's devine
|
She's an angel, I'm on fire
|
|
She's a devil, she's devine
|
She's an angel, I'm on fire
|
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She's A Devil
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| Bachman-Turner Overdrive |
