There’s a little bit of Devil in the swagger of your walk,
There’s a little bit of Devil in your sigh.
There’s a little bit of Devil in your senseless loving talk,
There’s a Devil in your laughing, teasing eye.
There’s a little bit of angel in the way you love a girl,
With a reverence that Woman claims her due.
There’s a little bit of Angel in the way you would protect,
Love, and keep her and be tender, kind and true.
Now this Being, Imp and Angel, is a puzzle, I’ll admit,
Guess the answer, Gentle Reader, if you can.