Verse 1

You wear a Sunday face at the corner store

Red nails tapping on the freezer door

You say my name like you know my sin

Then every lock in the room clicks in

Pre-Chorus

You leave no prints on the polished floor

But the mirror shows one shadow more

Chorus

Devil in the flesh, dressed up sweet

Silk at your throat, ash at your feet

You smile, and the candles bow their heads

Come a little closer—count your breaths

Verse 2

Black lace tucked beneath a white coat sleeve

You tell the truth in a way I can't believe

A silver coin turns warm in my hand