It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
* Love is like a sin, my love, For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with a smile like a flame She will love you like a fly will never love you again
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
( * )
