henry

in your slate grey suit and black, brogue shoes little horn rimmed glasses, you've got nothing to lose. but it's just, like a curse when you're the owner of a, hearse. you won't get very far in your long, black car, you make me shiver henry, down at the mortuary, you're not just ordinary, and i get all in a dream, although you bring me roses, i'll have to think it over, you're not quite casanova, but i get all in a dream, you're there all alone with your skin and, your bones and the man in the back, wants it all painted black, you make me shiver henry, down at the mortuary, you're not just ordinary, and i get all in a dream, even though you bring me roses, i'll have to think it over, you're not quite casanova, but i get all in a dream