"Devil's Dance Floor" lyrics
Her breath began to speak
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach the shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
Nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
Pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor!
The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
'Cause there's no way out
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more! Little more o'er the merry-o!
Swing a little more! Little more next to me!
Swing a little more! Little more o'er the merry-o!
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's. Dance. Floor
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach the shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Pressed against her face
I could feel her insecurity
Mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
Nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
Pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
Well she took me by the hand
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor!
The apple now is sweet
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
'Cause there's no way out
Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more! Little more o'er the merry-o!
Swing a little more! Little more next to me!
Swing a little more! Little more o'er the merry-o!
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's. Dance. Floor
Writer(s): Robert Schmidt, Matthew Hensley, George Schwindt, Bridget Regan, Dennis Casey, Nathen Maxwell, David King
