Devil

It’s amazing how far you can see
Depending on where you stand
Don’t want to pop bubbles, but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
Don’t want to cause trouble, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

You’re trying too hard to forgive
What you tried so hard to believe
Don’t want to pass blame but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
Don’t want to call names, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

By the way he lies, by the look in his eyes 
By his crooked smile, by his hair style
By his short fuse, by his pointy shoes
By the way he walks, I can read his thoughts

My opinion you’re dreaming lucky 
Maybe that hell guy made some moves 
I can only make suggestions
I can’t tell you what to do

Maybe you got confused
Maybe you just got fooled
Not trying to provoke you but, uh, I think he’s the devil 
I know you’re devoted, but, uh, I think he’s the devil

By the way he creeps, by the books he keeps 
By his ego trip, by his penmanship
By the songs he sings, by the gifts he brings 
By the games he plays, by the way he prays

My opinion you’re dreaming lucky 
Maybe that hell guy made some moves 
I can only make suggestions
I can’t tell you what to do