Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door. Well, I thought I told you you couldn't call round anymore. And outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day.
She's fingering the petals on her dress. It was another lesson in the rise and fall of holiness. Her hands are shaking and her hair is a mess. Oh, yeah he pulled a cheap trick.
Well it's hard to tell whose dream we're in. But the sky fell while we were talking. Amid the bruises and the red lights. Will you call me your darling tonight?.