soundtrack - Devil on Your Shoulder
A suggestive club song that discusses temptation and debauchery.
A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Story behind the song
A stripper friend of mine asked me to write a song that she could use at the gentlemen's club she works at. So I did.
Lyrics
DEVIL ON YOUR SHOULDER
written by peter kim
I see you talkin' to the devil sittin' on ya shoulder like
Should I or shouldn't I get onto the roller coaster
You say to Hell with it and signal me to come closer
Wavin' your hand like you still holdin' your Wii controller
Where's the angel at? Did you leave him at home?
Does that mean over and over we gon' do shots of Patron?
I promise I'll listen like I live right inside of your phone
You know you want to, I don't have to tempt you, woman, you're grown!
Shhh! Hush, hush! Don't wake me up if I'm dreamin'
'Cuz this is the kind of change you and I can believe in
I'll eat those Applebottoms in the Garden of Eden
'Cuz sex is exercise, so let's exorcise the demons
Just nod your agreement, and I'll pick up the tab
You don't need a reason like Bush attackin' Iraq
If you're lookin' for meanin', I was meanin' to ask:
So lemme lean in and ask: 'cuz I been dreamin' of that ass!
CHORUS:
You look good, mama, but you know you wanna be bad
My little
Smurfette is perfect, workin' it like she know she wooorth it
Hot like a furnace that's burnin' turnin' me all neeervous
On the surface I might look like I'd never deserrrve this
But I know you're just playin' with me, and it's on purrrpose
Behind your shiny eyes, between them curvy thighs,
I can see you wanna be FREE from the way you hurt inside
You don't need to be tempted, all you need's a little time
So dirty girl, tell me what's on your dirty mind! Shhh!
Hush, hush! Keep it a secret, you dona't want folks to know
Ain't none of their business what you do and everywhere you go
You and me discreetly stealin' away from the scene below won't
Trigger any alarms so don't worry about your cameltoe
I can handle that, fa sho, slide on through like an open door
Make you scream like somethin' you're not, except when I eat too slow
Never mind that voice on the other side of your shoulder,
You're older, your mind's already made up, just go with the flow!
CHORUS
(Angel)
Wait, girl, don't go that route, let's figure this thing out,
You should be more devout, think, before you take it south
You don't know what kind of trouble awaits you on his couch
If this was a horror movie you'd yell, don't go in that house!
Can't you recognize the devil who's lyin' to your face?
Can't you tell when you're about to make a giant mistake?
He's only interested in havin' him a little taste
Once he's done, he'll spit you out and you'll end up bein' disgraced
(Devil) Shut up! I'm tryin' to sell, two tickets right to Hell,
Heaven's boring, it's funner when you slip like Michael Phelps
Ain't no one judgin'you here, we done all already fell,
So go and get down with your drunk, unsteady self, shh!
Let's play a game called "just the tip, just for a little bit,"
Just to see how it feels, even though you're so ticklish
I won't tell anyone, I promise I'll never Twitter it
That's just inconsiderate, even demons are gentlemen!
