I"m in a fit of rage
Someone stole my purse, and I just can't be saved
I'm on a makeshift pedestal; take me off this stage
Give me some medicine and I'll be well behaved
You don't know where I am going
And I don't know where you've been
Take the Devil's hand and you'll end up owing
Much to everyone's chagrin
I'm just a runner up in this gambit of life
Not domineering enough, and polite too much
My past did steer me to become the Devil's wife
So can you cure me with your soft touch?
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