Hours Eastly - Miss Short lyrics

You poor young thing Elizabeth I hope you went with ease The beautiful Black Dahlia He brought you to your knees Behind the walls in secret halls Your body made to bleed Miss Short, feel the sun again They found you as the Menataur Your lips like Lovers too Man Ray would say the art was there The art, Miss Short, was you Your arms the horns and body torn On Norton Avenue You poor young thing Elizabeth A guilty man went free Your body stark in Leimert Park I hope you went with ease He took you from the world And then he sailed across the sea Black Dahlia I'd never hurt you Miss Short, feel the sun again Miss Short, feel the sun again