Shoved 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 her 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 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 healer with a sharp sharp blade Benny knew how she was getting paid Her water broke and they would have to wade
When he knew that she was fooling He faced the mirror to avoid the thing said 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
