I was a blessed skinny guy
You the exquisite delicacy
I the battered troubadour
You the great prima donna
You queen without a crown
The song that I write you
Is nothing but a postscript
If you dance it with another
I embroidered a silver bridge
It's not that I'm sad, damn
There was a miscalculation, I thought
When I have forgotten you
And I'll raise the penultimate glass to your health
You forced me to choose between you and the poison
Into the air and it came up tails
The song that I write you
Is nothing but a postscript
If you dance it with another
I embroidered a silver bridge