The Witches of Eastwick movie - Dance With the Devil lyrics
rate me<br>
Darryl-<br>
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You see this girl and your heart stops cold- <br>
her eyes are blue and her hair is gold. <br>
You know it's best not to stop and stare- <br>
the girl's an angel and you don't have a prayer. <br>
You catch her eye and she turns away, <br>
but don't be fooled by the games she'll play. <br>
There ain't a girl can resist romance- <br>
she may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil. <br>
Ripe for the taking, the lady likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil- there's no mistaking the lady likes you.<br>
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You'd best believe it boys- <br>
amazing, yes, but true. <br>
She likes to dance with the devil, <br>
and luck enough there's a devil in you <br>
and you and you and you and you and...<br>
you we gotta work on. <br>
Get in the game kid, and make your play. <br>
Go with the music and grind way- some like it fast..<br>
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Michael-<br>
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And some like it slow?<br>
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Darryl-<br>
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That's right!<br>
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Darryl and Michael-<br>
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A little bit of each won't kill you, you know.<br>
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So hold her tight and attend that need- <br>
then when its right, let her take the lead. <br>
Roll up your sleeves and hike your pants; <br>
she may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil. <br>
Once she gets cooking, the lady likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil- <br>
when God ain't looking, the lady likes to..<br>
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By day she plays the saint- by night, just watch her fall<br>
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All-<br>
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She likes to dance with the devil<br>
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Darryl-<br>
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And heaven be praised, he's inside of us all!<br>
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Men-<br>
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The devil inside you<br>
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Michael-<br>
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Is out for the crown<br>
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Men-<br>
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The devil inside you<br>
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Michael-<br>
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Has got the dance down<br>
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Men-<br>
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The devil inside you<br>
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Michael-<br>
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Can make the girls swoon<br>
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Men-<br>
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And if he ain't there yet-<br>
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Darryl-<br>
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He'll be getting there soon!<br>
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Men-<br>
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She may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil- <br>
so goes the tale, oh the lady likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil; beneath the halo the lady likes to...<br>
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Darryl and Michael-<br>
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She knows the moves and how; this I guarantee<br>
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Townspeople-<br>
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She likes to dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil, dance with the devil<br>
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Darryl and Michael-<br>
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Whoever the devil may be!<br>
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Townspeople-<br>
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Dance with the devil, dance with the devil, <br>
dance with the devil, dance with the devil, <br>
dance, dance, dance, dance, whoever the devil may be!<br>
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Evil<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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Where the hell have you been?!<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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I'm going to have a Scotch. Would you like to join me?<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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By all means have a drink- that's your answer to everything, isn't it? <br>
There isn't a problem on God's green earth <br>
that can't be solved by a Chivas neat. <br>
And either drinks on, life's looking sweet; <br>
you get lost in the haze, an anaesthetized troll, <br>
blind to the blackness that threatens to swallow this town whole.<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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I don't know what you're talking about Felicia<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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You never do Clyde- you never d- (she coughs up something)<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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What is it this time?<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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A silver dollar..<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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My god. She finally paid off..<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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Evil, Clyde! Everywhere it can be, I look out and see it- <br>
evil, Clyde! Would you just look around? <br>
It's there in the woods, in the trees, <br>
in the moon as it glows, in the winds, <br>
in the breeze, the power of the night's come to play. <br>
It's all as plain as day!<br>
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Evil, Clyde! And no-one will discuss this insidious evil, Clyde! <br>
There's no hope to be found, it starts in our flesh, <br>
in our skins, that's where the evil grows- from our lusts, <br>
from our sins. Madness, as real as can be- this insanity, <br>
the world's lost its mind!<br>
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But you- no, you're doing fine. <br>
A sad little king in a drunken decline from your weak <br>
little chin to your weak little spine. <br>
You're not fooling anyone, Clyde- <br>
not you. More withered than wise, a do-nothing drunk, <br>
spinning pitiful lies from your combed-over <br>
hair to your glazed-over eyes, you're not fooling anyone- <br>
(spits something into a kettle)<br>
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Felicia and Clyde-<br>
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Cherry pits!<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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Evil, Clyde! And it feeds by degree on our apathy, <br>
evil, Clyde! Creeping in without sound, it starts in our homes, <br>
in our beds, on our floors strewn with clothes. <br>
Like a plague, how it spreads- and pity the woman who knows..<br>
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Do you think I don't see the way you look at Sukie Rougemont? <br>
The way you drool and gape? <br>
It doesn't escape me- oh you want her, its true. <br>
But you can't see it through, you don't have the bal- <br>
(she wretches up a candle)<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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A candle! Where's the cake?<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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It's that Darryl Van Horne and those women....those bitches!<br>
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Clyde-<br>
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That's not any of my business<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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Of course not! And how can it be when the City Hall needs painting, <br>
public spitting's on the rise, <br>
the church has planned a bake sale, a Kiwanis elder dies, <br>
Greta Neff is baking pies- get the Pulitzer prize, we got us a winner!<br>
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Evil, Clyde! You're part of the problem- evil, Clyde! <br>
For just standing by; the town's going mad and it's everyone's fault! <br>
Turn your back to the bad in the face of assault and the <br>
final result is this ultimate evil, Clyde!! <br>
Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!Evil! (wretches up more cheery pits)<br>
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Clyde (picking up a frying pan)-<br>
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Felicia, I think we'd better call it a day.<br>
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Felicia-<br>
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CLYDE!<br>
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