what a marvelous night
she drank wine I drank water
it was a night to slaughter
oh I was lost for words
what a marvelous night
she drank wine I drank water
it was a night to slaughter
oh I groped lost for words
oh I will never cry for you
although you're in my heartlet
I should have known
and my heart is racing
oh is it only me
or life's opacity
might be silly to be irked
but is this really how things work?
and I fear the short-acting is long gone
and my heart is racing
but you ask me to go on
so I say
it was much easier to say
than to really do
oh i may
have lied to you
o I don't wanna cry for you
my stunted little heartlet
the will is sold
and the heart is racing
so let it all be told now
what the mind beholds
or save the cuss from being uttered
just shirk the fuss and mutter
but I fear my presumptions are wrong
and my heart is racing
but you ask me to go on
so I say
it was
much easier to say
than to really do
oh I may
have lied to you