Under the night gown
And over the skin
Turn all the lights out
And let us begin
Gather this fallen
Bird to your breast
She'll sing you a song
If you take her to bed
Oooh, the Devil's Trade
Freedom for a taste
The apple had the price of a snake
And I will pay
As soft as a door mouse
Untangle our limbs
In the breaking of dawn
And though it hurts
To breath
I die before I'd leave
Oooh, the Devil's Trade