Tell me a story that ends with a gunshot A smack to the side of the head Please don't divulge all the details that bore us Just skip to the end
Whittle him down to a splinter of dignity Eyes with a shade of mascara she smeared on him I wanna walk back home holding the hand of a- I wanna walk back with her
Oh, what did I say, you cannot survive my curse Once you lay down here
Why don't you take me away
Oh, with a twist on his sore little headstand He fell for the pleasure of children who baited him They didn't smile at his skill as an acrobat Only to laugh as he slipped and upset All the flowers arranged in a dirty milk bottle He kept by the portrait of Miriam Hopkins The smiling lieutenant's adorable suitor He heard her sing Clair De La Lune
