On his balcony, smoking he was waiting For his girl who was to be coming Cause in spite of the cold, the snow and winter winds His body was burning on the inside
Down there in the street he saw a cab stopping And a shape that came and rushed out of it Hoping to feel up there, the heat of a chimney Cause in spite of the furs her body was freezing
Poor fellow, never really thought of it For he always was out, and there hardly lived Just a bed and a few things to eat & drink But nothing to burn in the chimney to heat
His girlfriend got mad and started to order That he set on fire books, chairs and letters But the chairs and letters were his dead Mom's And his books, - oh Lord! - his most precious treasures.
He then came to think strange and wild "My body's burning, yearning for her love" "Why wouldn't I be her natural stove?" "We'd switch the parts, for once", he thought, satisfied
Gentleman then took a rusty knife From the depths of his pants and proceeded From his crest to his chest wide opened his belly slit As smoke exhaled from there he tipped his hat to life
Staggering to bed, He fell as she, amused & flattered, Came closer and said "The smell's truly awful but I guess I'll deal with it" And just as in a muff she Stuffed in him her Frozen hands and feet.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
