My pretty my pretty
Your reddening ribbons
What the devil made me do
I did to you
I took sugar and spice
And ran it blue
And I know in this world
The wicked have a place

Angel Angel Angel
I was good for nothing
And even that was a bargain
For the garbage in your garden
But you know
You know
You must believe me when I say
I never meant
To harm you

But the road to hell
Is paved with good intention
And it seems like just yesterday
When I heard you mention
Your old man was coming home
And I had to leavе a while
Your old man was coming home
And I had to leavе awhile
I had to go
So I crept around
By the yellowing window
Watching the tale tattle
Not wanting to believe my eyes
Or listen to the whisper of my pistol
As another man took what I thought was Mine
I thought I’d die
So I crept around by the back
And I undid the latch
And with a firing iron in my hand
I made everything right
Wrong again
I shot him once

Oh pretty oh pretty
Your reddening ribbons
What the devil made me do
I did to you
I took sugar and spice
And ran it blue
And I know in this world
The wicked have a place