Dance with the Devil (Acoustic)

I met a girl in the city, she could sense that I was good A boy that could love her like a man never could She liked Knick games, cocaine, the high life, no chump change No back streets or taxis, just hotels and backseats She had a Wall Street lover and lots of famous friends A condo on the east side and a new Mercedes Benz She sold her soul and she'd sell it again To those who dance with the devil And it was my turn to dance Well I hailed a yellow cab, pulled up to a Motel 6 I could tell that she wasn't to used to life like this She liked the five stars, the sky bars, the bright lights and fast cars No love or no passion, just drugs, sex and fashion She had a Wall Street lover and lots of famous friends A condo on the east side and a new Mercedes Benz She sold her soul and she'd sell it again To those who dance with the devil And it was my turn to dance Well I woke in the morning to a letter on the sheets It said, "Thanks dance partner, this one is on me" She left no name, no trace, a memory misplaced No way to discover my New York lover And I searched Manhattan 'til the day came to an end For the high class woman who gave a poor boy a chance She sold her soul again and again To those who dance with the devil And it was my turn to dance