Lyrics

Got some good things done and I'm no rebel That still spells trouble for the printer's devil I tell the truth but its still called lying Before I open my mouth it's already drying People I been talking to, just a memory referring to you On the stocks all day and I feel like screaming Oh yeah People say I must be dreaming People I been talking to, just a memory referring to you Colour the pages of my book You're the devil, but I'm his book You colour my thoughts, something gets my breeding Yeah Yeah My mind is blown, my reputation's bleeding People I been talking to, just a memory referring to you You colour the pages of my book You're the devil, but I'm his book You're the devil, You're the devil You're the devil, but I'm his book, book, book, the devil You're the devil, but I'm his book, book, book You're the devil, but I'm his book, book, book I'm his book, yeh baby, his book, yeh baby, his book, yeh baby Book, yeh baby