The night was telling tales of a deeper shade of blue
To see her was more than you could
Her royal slippers were falling from her shoes
We were not impressed
The more her body bled was the more she stained her dress
Don't believe in what that old guy said
A little flirt and you'd be giving head
So!
Please be
Please be
Please be on your own
This night grows older
You better be alone
I guess it's time for me to go away
Because Denver's dead
Your ruby slippers have been torn apart
Your ruby slipper shave been torn apart
Screaming for relief
Playing tricks, wash them off his feet
To be there is worse than you would think
The soldiers in the pews are praying for retreat
But she was not amused
The more they'd shout, "Amen!" was the more she got confused
So not follow who cannot be led
Don't let other thoughts wax through your head
So!
Please be
Please be
Please be on your own
These days grow longer
You're better off alone
I guess it's time for me to go away
Because Denver's dead
Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart
Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart