The word is goin 'round, you're back in town cryin' out my name You must be mistakin' me for a used-to-be who ought to feel ashamed I used to pick you up off the kitchen floor Toss the bottle and put you to bed Spent my spare time pickin' myself up How you'd knock me down with things that you said How you'd knock me down with things that you said If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell I'll be the one punchin' the tickets and weighing your bags as well I was young and I thought pain was a symptom of being loved awful well If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell ♪ You told me I couldn't be your Tina or your Tammy If we was ever gonna wed We couldn't both bring home the bacon, who'd be home to bake the bread I'd hear you on the phone, you thought you were alone Telling how you had to split The world was full of wild women, you were itchin' to dip your toes You were itchin' to dip your toes If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell I'll be the one punchin' the tickets and weighing your bags as well I was young and I thought pain was a symptom of being loved awful well If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell If that makes me the devil, I'll greet you at the gates of Hell