The Impact of Songs
By: mngurlstuckinva
Chapter 4: Speakin' of the Devil
Disclaimer: I do not own JAG, even though I wish I did. Nor do I own the song Speakin' of the Devil, that belongs to Dolly Parton. I'm just a lover of that song.
On the other side of the door was the man she'd been thinking of all night long, Harmon Rabb Jr. When she saw him a song that she used to listen to popped into her head.
He's got a way of walkin'
He's got a way of talkin'
A way to fascinate me all the time
He sure does have a way with those things. I could listen to him recite the entire phonebook.
And he's got a way with women
A way with the women, I'd say. When he walks into the bar he's the only person they see.
A way to keep my head a swimmin'
He's got away too many times
That man has without a doubt gotten away too many times.
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
Well, here he comes now
Lookin' like an angel
Harm always looks like an angel. Although in personality at times he can be completely opposite.
Got my defenses down
He's got me dreamin'
Got me schemin'
Got me dreaming, oh yeah, but scheming that's a little much.
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
He is drivin' me wild
With that wicked little grin
And that fire in his eyes
Wicked little grin/flyboy smirk, same difference.
He's got me dreamin'
Got me steamin'
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
It feels mighty close to heaven
And I'd go through hell to make him mine
I've been through hell and back, but he's still not mine.
He's got his spell upon me
Got to be his one and only
Burning with passion and desire
His spell's been on me since that day in the rose garden, the day he took me over completely.
Ooh, I'm caught up in all his magic
It surely would be tragic
To never share the heat
From all this fire
Is it hot in here, or is that just him?
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
Well, here he comes now
Lookin' like an angel
Got my defenses down
He's got me dreamin'
Got me schemin'
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
He is drivin' me wild
With that wicked little grin
And that fire in his eyes
He's got me dreamin'
Got me steamin'
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
It feels mighty close to heaven
And I'd go through hell to make him mine
Hell is nothing to me anymore. I'm in hell now without him.
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
Well, here he comes now
Lookin' like an angel
Got my defenses down
My defenses are down so far I think that they're almost to China by now.
He's got me dreamin'
Got me schemin'
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
He is drivin' me wild
With that wicked little grin
And that fire in his eyes
He's got me dreamin'
Got me steamin'
Steamin' would be an understatement. Boiling over would be closer to it.
Ooh, speakin' of the devil
It feels mighty close to heaven
And I'd go through hell to make him mine
Speakin' of the devil
Speakin' of the devil
I'd go through hell to make him mine
I'd go through hell, a million fires, and death if he were mine.
"Oh hi Harm." she said with a small smile on her face.
"Can I come in?" he asked, Mac could tell something was off about him, but she moved so he could come in.
Author's note: Sorry if you don't like cliff-hangers. I just like them because it keeps the person guessing what's going to happen next. As you all can tell this obviously isn't going to be the last chapter. I've decided that it's going to be about six-eight chapters long. I hope you can wait that long.