She said do you really love me? in a French hotel

I said indeed I do, my lovely mademoiselle

Be it morning, noon or night, I just can’t get you out of my head

For you, I’d give my soul to the devil when I’m dead

But I’m too poor to ever ask your father for your hand

This predicament has made me a melancholy man

Can’t think of anything I’ve done to deserve this circumstance

All I can do is hope and pray for a second chance

I’m bound to live a life of shame, blue devils are to blame

Got no way to get a room, and no money for a meal

Can’t find any work, and I’m too honest to steal

The beautiful Annette, her father took her away

Now I’m drinking at the bar and I’ve got no way to pay

A rich man sittin’ next to me hears my story of woe

Gives me ten thousand dollars and says I wouldn’t have to owe

Can’t think of anything I’ve done to deserve this circumstance

All I can do is hope and pray for a second chance

I’m bound to live a life of shame, blue devils are to blame

I said why would you just give me this money free and clear

He said because it would bring us all satisfaction and good cheer

Then I learned he was gonna kill himself until he overheard my tale

He said he couldn’t find happiness, and that his life had gotten stale

Until he realized life’s greatest pleasure is to help the poor

So I thanked him and then I left to go knock on her daddy’s door

Can’t think of anything I’ve done to deserve this circumstance

All I can do is hope and pray for a second chance

I’m bound to live a life of shame, blue devils are to blame