I tasted her face
Cried at her funeral
So you know we both proposed
And now I suppose you need an honest answer
That you just will not receive
I’m a Manhattan thief, been this way for all of my life
Three different wives dotted right across this jigsaw-puzzled country of ours
Not A Word
I drink my bourbon mid-slur
The fair way we let ourselves know

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