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