(Verse 1) He said, "Girl, lose that Sunday gown," So I let it puddle on the ground. There’s a little thrill in breaking rules, And the fire feels better than the pews. The preacher says he’s heaven-bound, But I’ve seen him sneakin’ ‘round. He taught my brother how to pray, The devil taught me how to stay. (Chorus) The devil made me do it, honey, I confess, Whispered sweet temptations in a red silk dress. The choir’s gone quiet, but I’ll still spin, Smilin’ for a sin that can’t be undone again. (Verse 2) Tried to wash it off my skin, But the heat keeps pullin’ me back in. I ain’t holy, never claimed to be, But the darkness sure looks good on me. The preacher’s words don’t make me whole, I need rhythm, wine, and a little soul. If heaven’s full, I’ll take the floor, Dance with the devil till I want no more. (Chorus) The devil made me do it, honey, I confess, Whispered sweet temptations in a red silk dress. The choir’s gone quiet, but I’ll still spin, Smilin’ for a sin that can’t be undone again. (Bridge) So pour me bourbon, let it burn, Every saint gets their turn. I ain’t bad, I’m just free, And no preacher’s gonna pardon me. (Outro) Oh, the devil made me do it — yeah, right on cue, He said, “Baby, what’s a little sin to you?” Now I dance through the smoke where the angels run, Smiling for the sin I’ve done.
