I still recall the bouquet of your body
as though it were yesterday.
And with trembling hands, I reach for the bottle
to drink all my sadness away.
Loving you, baby, was the peak of my life.
Now there's
nowhere for me to go but down.
And I feel like that boy in The Prince and the Pauper
as he dressed up in rags and then gave up his crown missing you.
And maybe a shell of
a man missing you, baby,
until I just can't understand.
Oh, listen, you.
We want to talk some more.
Now.
No, no, no.
Honey.
Oh, how?
How?
How?
Oh,
destiny.
You're so mean and you're cold.
And there's nothing folks can do to cramp your style.
Just like the man
who's convicted of murder will pay for
his crime when he walks that last mile.
Loving you, baby, baby, was my whole life to me.
And you start dying the moment that you're born.
But no one is there when you picked all the roses to
come to your side and pull out every thought missing you.
And maybe a shell of a man missing you, baby,
until I just can't understand.
So far?
No oh oh,
oh.
Missing you has
made me sad as I can be, baby.
Brought on the hurt and the misery.
It's so good.