In your slate grey suit and black brogue shoes little horn rimmed glasses you've got nothing to lose. But it's just like a curse when you're the owner of a hearse. You won't get very far in your long black car You make me shiver Henry down at the mortuary you're not just ordinary and I get all in a dream although you bring me roses I'll have to think it over you're not quite Casanova but I get all in a dream You're there all alone with your skin and your bones and the man in the back wants it all painted black You make me shiver Henry down at the mortuary you're not just ordinary and I get all in a dream although you bring me roses I'll have to think it over you're not quite Casanova but I get all in a dream
