Metropolis Maria

She whispered my desire 

through a smoke-ring smile.

She said: You think you're in love, 

but it makes you kind of nervous 

to say so. She said:

My pistol is the Devil's right hand.

  

I touched you with my bronze epistemology, 

she said, but you never know what happens 

until the deal goes down. Nothing touched 

the trigger but the Devil's right hand.

I said: I think I’m in love. 

Think I’m in love. Think I'm in

the Devil's right hand.