The Final Mrs Curtain - 歌词大全

He was a plain piece of paper, an ordinary smith The kind that you never trifle with Drawn in wide-eyeliner, a solitary lass Her beauty veiled by tortoiseshell and tinted glass She was a husband collector of impeccable taste She said, "My hands are tied but my glass is chaste" He said, "If I were him, I'd fill that to the brim, so tell me more, 'Cause that's the kind of talk that I adore" To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you As first love fades Then two, then three I'm certain to see The Final Mrs. Curtain There's not enough paper, there's not enough ink There's not enough hours in the day, or poisons to drink But there are too many teardrops that are still left to cry And different kinds of kisses to help them dry To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you As first love fades Then two, then three I'm certain to see The Final Mrs. Curtain To lay with you To lie with you To live with you Maybe die with you I'm the one who'll hold you Till we're through The Final Mrs. Curtain