Velvet Ring

One, two, three, four

Shoved in the kitchen of a city tomb

The light would flicker like a violent womb

The night was thicker than a smoky fume

Liza waited in her room

Ben, he loved her like he loved no one

The way she laughed and held a smoking gun

The way she always said, "What's done is done"

And he is 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

And Ben, he knew how she was getting paid

Her water broke, and they would have to wait

And when he knew that she was fooling

He faced the mirror to avoid the thing

We're out of 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

And I am wandering