"She was standing there by the broken treeHer hands were all twisted she was pointing at meI was damned by the light coming out of her eyesShe spoke with a voice that disrupted the skyShe said ‘ Come on over to the bitter shade,I will wrap you in my arms and you’ll know you’ve been saved’Let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.
I was out for a drink in a soho barThe air was smoked out liked a cheap cigarShe rose out of her seat like a painted ghostShe was the woman that I wanted the mostAs she reached for my arm I gave her my handI said ‘Lay me down easy let me understand’Let me sign, let sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.
As I walked through the door she was still in my headAs I entered the room she was laid there in bedShe reached out for me all twisted in blackI was on my way down, never coming backlet me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign.let me sign, let me sign, can’t fight the devil so just let me sign"
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Thanks to Spunk-Ransom for the info.