The Devil

The Devil
She's got the devil
Behind her steel gray eyes
Maybe she's Pittsburgh
Maybe Kentucky side
And I know there's a storm a' comin'
That silent bite is on the tide
To where the self and soul collide
She is redemption
Each day she starts anew
So full of wonder
With all the things that she could do
Her hands aIn't simply idle playthings
They’re worked to the marrow and the bone
But there's an aching in her soul
Ahhhhh
She's got the devil
Behind her eyes
Maybe she's fire
Sometimes she's ice