Did the Devil Invite You?

--  Influence #5:  My favorite girlfriend of my father's (and yes, I did have one) introduced me to many things that I still hold dear:  Grease 2, Marilyn Monroe, and my fifth influence--Jim Steinman and the music of Meatloaf.  Am I embarrassed by this?  Absolutely not.  I still count "Bat Out of Hell" as my first show album.  Other people may consider it hokey, and it probably is, but to me, it's everything I want and need in rock 'n roll:  Sexual innuendo, nine minute long running times, and theatrics that anybody else would be scared to touch.  Now, enough talk.  Let's rock. --

"Did the Devil Invite You?"

You know it still does the trick

That sick guitar riff

And the smell of your old perfume

When you hitch up your dress

A mess will be coming

And it'll probably be coming soon

Oh I know you didn't come for Jesus

Our souls are far beyond repair

So dare you show up

Just to fill a cup

And dance off your despair?

Did the devil invite you?

Did he send you to spy

Did he beg for information

Or is this just a vacation

From another heartbroken guy?

Are you sad you wound up here

Hanging with the same old crew?

Did the devil tell you to come here

And if he did

What did he tell you to do?

Now look at your flirting

Turning all the heads

With the flash of your thigh

And an eye on the prize

You got a nasty scar

From that fight in '98

With another man's woman

Cause you took the bait

You're looking at me

Like I'm your new destiny

Seeing good in me that's not there

You're going to suck me dry

Then leave me to die

With a flick of the wrist

And a flip of your hair

Did the devil invite you?

Did he ask you to show?

Is he somewhere around here

Watching us dance

And hoping he can follow us

When I take you home

Did the devil invite you?

Did he tell you I had to be had

I know God didn't send you

He won't even defend you

Cause girl when you're bad

Man, you're bad

My new girl appeared

At the end of the night

At first sight she knew

That something wasn't right

She grabbed you by the hair

And tore up the place

And before she was done

You had another scar on your face

And when she finally tossed you

You got lost in the night

And wound up in Shephard's Pond

All the boys were sad

But my girl was still mad

When she told me that you had drowned

And I remember her screaming

Screaming at you

On the top of her lungs--

Take the devil with you

Go on and take him

Take him right out of this bar

Put on your coat

And head out the door

I bet he drives a real nice car

Take the devil with you

Don't let the screen door hit you

When you finally say goodnight

And if you come back again

You better bring a friend

Stronger than the devil next time