Trash Can Sinatras Send For Henny
You led me headlong to the place where I belong Dealing big blows to what my heart knows Old hat and old stories I get a little red and I'll burst rather than wax and melt I get a little wrecked And recalled how I cursed the fact of your tortured trust Now that's gone I was so wrong, we know where our love lies Through the catacoms we roam Come into my house, throw open the windows wide Then back to your house to do likewise Cliche time more or less, I stake my claim You stake my heart, strinking dumb then dearly depart When it gets too heavy, send for Henny - I'll follow her Where wet nursed apologies and putrid prisons mix Our love becomes this useless box of tricks When it seems so heavy, send for Henny - I'll follow her
