enter sara stage right tattered shirt and a black eye threads are falling from her thighs and 2 of her strings aren't mine in comes harry, in a hurry the wolf dressed in man's skin this cotillion's so romantic throw yourself into the sea the shadow of the burning man is
screaming out in agony stepping from the foreground lights away from arson's irony the king's retired and left his suitor a shark that doesn't seem to sleep i'm a leech and a disease we behave so lovelessly