It was strange glue that held us together. While we both came apart at the seams. She said, 'Your place or mine. While we've still got the time'. So I played along with her schemes.
Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace. (Here we go, here we go). Storm the palace. Storm the palace. Storm the palace.
Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie. Going places, you'd never go with me. I felt myself became a bitter old shrew. Oh, I'd have bitten you in two, if you would let me.
Her treasure chest was sunken. Equally cursed and blessed. In her Versace dress. Too eager to impress. . A vision filled her soapsud hell. Twin tub on spin.