He walked in slow with a rhythm in his stride, With nothing to lose and plenty to hide. A perfect smile that could stop the morning sun, Before the night had even really begun. He had a confident swagger, a dangerous grace, And a shadow of trouble all over his face. Oh, the devil wore blue jeans and patent leather shoes, He’s the kind of heartbreak you’re destined to choose. He turned a little Heaven to a whole lotta Hell, Underneath the rhythm of his midnight spell. He leaned on the bar with a look so refined, leaving all of my senses completely entwined. Those patent leather shoes caught the sultry glow, moving to a tempo that was steady and slow. Hard to resist, like a flame in the dark, He left on my spirit a permanent mark. Oh, the devil wore blue jeans and patent leather shoes, He’s the kind of heartbreak you’re destined to choose. He turned a little Heaven to a whole lotta Hell, Underneath the rhythm of his midnight spell. He whispered a secret, a soft, subtle sigh, With the blue-eyed promise of a clear summer sky. I knew I should run, I knew I should flee, But he had a hold on the heart inside me. That confident swagger, that cool, icy stare, it’s a heavy burden that I’m forced to bear. Oh, the devil wore blue jeans and patent leather shoes, He’s the kind of heartbreak you’re destined to choose. He turned a little Heaven to a whole lotta Hell, Underneath the rhythm of his midnight spell. Now the music is fading, the room’s clearing out, And I’m left with the echo of a lingering doubt. He’s gone with the wind, he’s gone with the tide, With no need to run but plenty to hide. But I still see the image, the blue denim seams, Haunting the corners of all of my dreams. Oh, the devil wore blue jeans and patent leather shoes, He’s the kind of heartbreak you’re destined to choose. He turned a little Heaven to a whole lotta Hell, Underneath the rhythm of his midnight spell.
