| You’re invited to join the procession | 
| There is someone I’d like you to meet | 
| She looks like she might be for hire | 
| But you won’t find her out in the street | 
| Her hair is the color of fire | 
| And she’s dancing the night beside me | 
| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming | 
| Or maybe I got to believe | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire | 
| I found in my life there were others | 
| But no one so equal it seems | 
| And you stand at the edge of my heaven | 
| But her fingertips pulsing to me | 
| Her hair is the color of fire | 
| And she’s dancing the night beside me | 
| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming | 
| Or maybe I got to believe | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire | 
| You’re invited to join the procession | 
| There is someone I’d like you to meet | 
| She looks like she might be for hire | 
| But you won’t find her out in the street | 
| Her hair is the color of fire | 
| And she’s dancing the night beside me | 
| Could this be my mind, am I dreaming | 
| Or maybe I got to believe | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire | 
| She’s a devil, she’s desire | 
| She’s an angel, I’m on fire |