Chilled in the kitchen of a city tomb The light would flicker like a violent womb The night was thicker than a smokey fume Eliza waited in the room
Ben he loved her like he loved no one The way she'd laugh and hold a smoking gun The way she always said: What's done is done And he is not the only one
Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
A victim here with a sharp, sharp blade Ben he knew how she was getting paid Her water broke and they would have to wait
And when he knew that she was fooling He faced the mirror to avoid the thing We're outta money and we sold the bling And I just wanna take you home, I just wanna take you home
Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
