who me?

One fine day she calls

And asks me where I’ve been

It’s been so long

I’m searching…she says

For a certain Mr. Sin

I feel my hands tremble

As a gulp goes down my throat

I had it coming a long-long time

But was eluding it evermore

Sorry I said to her

You must have been mistaken

I sold my soul a while ago

I can’t be held for sin.