One, two, three, four
Chilled in the kitchen of a city tomb
The light would flicker like a violent womb
The night was thicker than a smoky fume
Eliza waited in the room
Ben, he loved her like he loved no one
The way she laughed and held a smoking gun
The way she always said: What's done is done
And he was 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
And 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 out of money, and we've 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
And I am wandering, 'ring
And I am wandering
