She's A Devil - Bachman-Turner Overdrive

You’re invited to join the procession

There is someone I’d like you to meet

She looks like she might be for hire

But you won’t find her out in the street

Her hair is the color of fire

And she’s dancing the night beside me

Could this be my mind, am I dreaming

Or maybe I got to believe

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire

I found in my life there were others

But no one so equal it seems

And you stand at the edge of my heaven

But her fingertips pulsing to me

Her hair is the color of fire

And she’s dancing the night beside me

Could this be my mind, am I dreaming

Or maybe I got to believe

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire

You’re invited to join the procession

There is someone I’d like you to meet

She looks like she might be for hire

But you won’t find her out in the street

Her hair is the color of fire

And she’s dancing the night beside me

Could this be my mind, am I dreaming

Or maybe I got to believe

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire

She’s a devil, she’s desire

She’s an angel, I’m on fire