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There he is sitting on the couch

Holding you when just last week he wanted me,

Believe me I ain't jealous

I wish you could see

The evil in his eyes

The death in his words

And the poison of his looks....

Its clear to me that's why he's with you

But you don't know what he's said to me,

You say you love him

I know it ain't true

I know you better 

And the devil ain't for you.