Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

Sobs wracked your body. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. At least, that's what you told yourself. Everything else in your body screamed otherwise. Your eyes were focused on the intricate designs on the wooden table. You knew you would eventually have to look at him.

You did look at him. Your warm, heartfelt eyes matched with his cold and unforgiving ones. He seemed to be showing the slightest bit of sympathy for you, but not much. He continued telling you his side of the story. What he had done. You didn't want to believe him. Yet you did.

You shook your head as he talked. You refused to look into his eyes anymore because you knew that if you did, your resolve would crumble. He stopped talking, noticing your state. You could feel him lean over the table, and your heart sped up. You gave up. Looked into his eyes. The same feeling of a thousand butterflies arose in your stomach as every time you saw him.

You saw his eyes for a split second more before you felt a cool pair of lips against your own.

You fell.

You kissed back, ignoring the terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. His touch was something you craved, and you didn't think you could ever go back to before.

He inwardly smirked, satisfied with his work.

She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

You knew you should have never gone into this. They had warned you. They all had. Sam and Dean refused to work with you anymore. Your friendships all fell apart, one by one.

You knew this man was evil. He stunk of evil. Yet there was something about him that lured you into his trap. Maybe it was the way his cool hand felt against your blushing cheeks. Maybe it was his kiss. Maybe it was just the feeling you got in your stomach every time you saw him. Whatever it was, it tricked you.

You thought you could be stronger than his pull. You thought that, if you ever felt like finishing it, you could escape him. You were wrong. Now you needed him. You were desperate for him and he knew it. You couldn't think right without him. It was a drug. A drug that would bring you to your knees.

You've tried before to escape, but every time you tried, he would bring you back. Lure you with his scent, his kiss. He would hold you, whisper how much you meant to him, and you fell for it.

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love

Pretty girl, pretty girl

You couldn't escape. No matter how hard you tried. Everything about him entranced you, disabling your sense of better judgement.

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get him out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love

You had fallen for Lucifer, and there was no way out.