At night, when all return home I go out, to my doom Seeing dreams in the curves of my body In my misery of prostitution Smeared makeup and a bottle of old whiskey I'm about to live a diabolical romance Sell my soul and my flesh For the love of cash
They always want more and more They want a young whore My body is dirty and I feel sick This is the confession of a bitch
On a dark night a man appears He walks toward me and I feel fear He says he will give me something special Asked his name and he said I'm the "devil"
He leads me into a room and shows me a contract He wants my soul, but I can only offer my flesh I made a blood pact with the devil Now I'm totally infernal
