I met her down by the river, moonlight dancing on her face,
those horns were shining silver but she moved with so much grace.
Her smile cut through the silence, sweeter than Tennessee wine,
I knew that she was danger, but Lord she looked so fine.
God whispered in the midnight, “Son, don’t you take that hand,
she’ll drag you through the fire, she ain’t part of My plan.”
But my heart kept beating reckless, my soul caught in a fight,
torn between the scripture and those burning eyes tonight.
She got that southern drawl mixed with a wicked laugh,
boots on the ground but a halo cracked in half.
Every step she takes got the whole room shook,
devil’s daughter in disguise with a model’s look.
I keep praying for a sign, but I already know,
the closer that I get, the further heaven goes.
Life is a struggle, every choice got weight,
you can walk the road of mercy or you can dance with fate.
And she’s pulling at my jacket, whispering my name,
promises of pleasure, wrapped inside the flame.
I hear the choir in my memory, singing out the truth,
but I’m blinded by the beauty that’s standing in the booth.
She said, “Baby, you don’t need no crown,
forget about the sky, let me pull you down.”
And I swear I felt the ground start to tremble beneath,
when her lips brushed close, I forgot how to breathe.
But the Bible in my chest kept thumping like a drum,
telling me to run before the end has come.
And still I linger, lost between right and wrong,
it’s a country boy’s heart in a hardcore song.
Whiskey in my system, Bible on the dash,
horns in my rearview but I’m tempted to crash.
She’s a vision in the night that I can’t ignore,
but salvation keeps knocking at my bedroom door.
If I follow her path, I might lose my soul,
but if I let her go, I’ll never feel whole.
It’s a war inside, no peace in my head,
one voice saying “live,” one voice saying “dead.”
So I walk this line, broken, heavy inside,
torn between desire and a holy guide.
And maybe one day I’ll see it clear,
whether love or sin is what brought me here.
But tonight I’m trapped in this burning crush,
a demon woman’s spell and a God I trust.
Some folks say temptation is the devil’s favorite game,
paint it up with beauty while it burns in flame.
But I was raised on scripture, raised on dirt roads,
Sunday morning hymns and Friday night shows.
Now I’m caught in the middle of the fire and the light,
trying to make a choice in the dead of night.
Is it lust or love, or a lesson to learn?
Either way I’m standing here, waiting my turn.
