Here I am, late at night, standing at the cross roads
It is cold, I am scared, but ready to sell my soul
I want talent, I want money, I want groupies in loads
I want everything I can have, all the fame that is in store
She appeared, suddenly before me with a puff of smoke
She takes a look, sizes me up and with an evil smirk
She is so stunning, she is quite lovely, wearing only a cloak
My jaw drops, my eyes linger and I feel like a jerk
She asked me why, I dared to summon her to this earth
I am here to make a deal, I am before you to submit
She reaches deep into me to try and determine my worth
When she is done she takes a look at me, pfft is that it?

I sold my soul to get me this talent
but it was worth barely anything at all
I wanted to play beautiful music
But I guess my soul was too small

What do you mean? I ask her with some trepidation
I always thought my soul was a good size
She laughed at me, with way too much elation
I am not sure who was telling you these lies
I really had no idea, nobody said anything before
She just laughed and said, you can’t please me with that
I only have what god gave me, it’s nothing to abhor
She looks at me, incredulously, is that a matter of fact?
I said I know that I may look it, but I am not that dumb
Are you going to make a deal with me I angrily demanded
She said I hope, at least that you can make me come
Up here and not have me leave completely empty handed

I sold my soul to get me this talent
But I think that it is rather diminished
I gave everything that I had
But I ran out before she could finish