Tongue Like a Knife

The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting

An upright piano stood locked by the door

In through the window the light was fast fading

While I spilt my whiskey all over the floor

Making a mess of my words so I'm trying

To impress the Empress with my wimpy tales

Fanning her face from cigar smoke and sighing

I had come close to be miles from her trail

She was the jewel that sparkled in darkness

She was the love of everyone's life

She was the catch at everyone's parties

She was the one with a tongue like a knife

Her bosoms curved perfectly lit by the fire

My mind launched away in a sea of its own

Her grace and her tightness I had to admire

Through a whore's breath of stories I happily told

Trespassing my hand fell into hot water

She shot like a bullet right out of her chair

She led me away and I was then slaughtered

By the warmth of her body and her love and care

Her tongue cut away and the wounds slowly opened

I lay on the sails of the ship of romance

Drunk as I could be and broker than broken

And the head of my hunt was there in my hands

She was the jewel that sparkled in darkness

She was the love of everyone's life

She was the catch at everyone's parties

She was the one with a tongue like a knife

A tongue like a knife, a tongue like a knife

Oh, a tongue like a knife, a tongue like a knife

Oh, a tongue like a knife, a tongue like a knife

Oh, a tongue like a knife