I’ll be Damned.

I'm sorry to tell you this, honey, but please listen close.

It has something to do with where we’ll rest our souls.

 A while ago, I sold mine to the Devil. 

Not for money or power or love, though he haggled.

I gave it to Lucifer, I gave it for keeps.

I let him have it for a moment of peace.

And that ol’ naughty Satan, do you know what he did?

He snatched my soul; in it's place, a demon now lives.

So, sorry dove, but I won't be with you when you see those pearly gates. 

I’ll be ruling in hell, sipping tea with some snakes.