Seven times I went down
Six times I walked back
I don’t fear the dark anymore
‘Cause I’ve become all thatDon’t forget the time
I wooed him with red wine
The devil he wore such a fine, fine shirt
And it stayed so clean
While he dragged me through the dirt
Don’t trust anyone who looks you in the eye
Don’t take any kindness, it’s a demand in disguise
–A Bird Flies Out by Deb Talan