Shoved in the kitchen of a city tomb
The light would flicker like a violent womb
The night was thicker than a smoky fume
And Liza waited in her room
Benny loved her like he loved no one
The way she'd laugh and held a smoking gun
The way she always said, "What's done is done."
And he was not the only one
Love is a gentle thing
Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
A victim healer with a sharp, sharp blade
Benny knew how she was getting paid
Her water broke and they would have to wade
And when he knew that she was fooling
He faced the mirror to avoid the thing
We're outta money and we've sold
the bling And I just wanna take you home,
I just wanna take you home
Love is a gentle thing
Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
Yours is thicker than a velvet ring
And I am wandering, —ring
I am wandering
