If the Devil Had a Daughter (**)

She walked in wearin’ Sunday black, Eyes like truth I can’t take back. Said, “You look lost, boy, take my hand,” And I forgot where heaven stands.

I ain’t your saint, I ain’t your sin, But every soul needs a place to begin. Kiss the cross, then burn the flame — You’ll never leave here quite the same.

If the Devil had a daughter, She’d look just like her. With lips like holy water, And a heart that loves to burn. I fell where angels falter, Between grace and her. If the Devil had a daughter, She’d look just like her.

The preacher’s words don’t reach this far, Just the sound of her and my old guitar. She laughs like thunder, sins like art, And brands her name across my heart.

You can pray ‘til your knees turn red, But I’ll be the voice inside your head. No chains, no crown, no holy lie — Just love that dares to never die.

If the Devil had a daughter, She’d look just like her. With lips like holy water, And a soul that loves to burn. I kissed her once, I can’t return — That’s how heaven learned to hurt. If the Devil had a daughter, She’d look just like her.

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