Text: John Michael Mongomery. Letters From Home. Little Devil.

C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers
C'mon Baby, let down your hair
I wanna see what's behind those glasses
I gotta know what's under there

Don't worry about what your mama told ya
Don't worry about what your friends might say
Slide over here, lemme kiss and hold you
Time for you to come out and play

(Chorus)

C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight
C'mon little angel wontcha be my little devil tonight
I got a batch of margaritas, a jacuzzi in the back
Clapton on the radio, how about that
We could build a fire, yeah we could go nuts
Dancing all around 'til the sun comes up

I know a place between here and heaven
We could cut loose and come undone
Ain't nothin' wrong with a little livin'
The day is gone but the night's still young

(Repeat Chorus)

This can be our little secret

(Repeat Chorus)