John D. Loudermilk

Thank The Devil For Hideaways

John D. Loudermilk


Thank the devil for hideaways 
But thank goodness for you 

We meet in a public place 
Whenever we can 
And there, if I'm lucky 
I can touch your sweet hand 
You're poison for me, dear 
You know that it's true 
Thank the devil for hideaways 
But thank goodness for you 

Thank the devil for hideaways 
And the pain we go through 
Thank goodness for the love I 
Wouldn't have without you 

My lips long for your kiss 
And secretly wait 
While my poor heart just aches 
And aches and aches 
If I could just say it 
I'd say that we're through 
Thank the devil for hideaways 
But thank goodness for you 

Thank the devil for hideaways ... 

When I have some extra dough 
That I'd like to spend 
There's nice places over town 
But we can't go in 
We hate this slipping 'round 
What else can we do 
Thank the devil for hideaways 
But thank goodness for you