Martha’s thin and pretty just like you I held her close like I held you Martha sways and I follow suit she fills my glass and I toss it back into the space that once held you and dance dance to the radio while the devil takes control there’s a weight holding me down Martha says it’s all in my head I look at the lights dancing in her eyes I wanna die dancing in her eyes dance dance to the radio while the devil takes control Martha spins and I catch her hand she smiles and laughs bringing me back