He slips on his old boots,
slips off his wedding ring
Keeps the screen door quiet,
feels the sting of the cold, cold night
Beams off the headlights,
and puts that truck in drive
He knows it ain't right what he's doing
It ain't about that anymore
Now it's just a real bad habit
This feeling he can't ignore
There's a line at the front door
Leading him over to one he knows
when he knows it ain't right?
Takes her fifteen minutes
The whole time he's thinking
As he starts up the walkway
When that porch light comes on
Guess there's no turning back now
He knows it ain't right what he's doing
It ain't about that anymore
Now it's just a real bad habit
This feeling he can't ignore
There's a line at the front door
Leading him over to a woman he knows
when he knows it ain't a lie?
they can be so easy to cross
But he knows it ain't right what he's doing
It ain't about that anymore
Now it's just a real bad habit
Oh, this feeling he can't ignore
There's a line at the front door,
Leading him over to a woman he knows
when he knows it ain't right?
Devil eyes, devil eyes you