Heaven or Her

Yeah. She folds her hands like a saint. Oh,

she prays so sweet. Says she's pure as morning dew, no shadows on

the sheet. But I see the devil's spark dancing in her heat.

Heaven or her, I can't decide. Salvation's calling but she's by my side.

Her lips say holy, her eyes say sin. Heaven or her,

where do I begin? She quotes the book with a sugar smile,

angel in disguise. But when the candles dim, I see fire in her eyes.

She says she's seeking grace, but tempts me with a lie.