(difford/tilbrook)
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
An upright piano stood locked by the door
In through the window
The light was fast fading
While i spilt my whiskey
All over the floor
Making a mess of my words so
I was trying
To impress the empress with
My wimpy tales
Fanning her face from cigar smoke
And sighing
I had come close to be miles
From her trail
She was the j**el that
Sparkled in darkness
She was the love
Of everyone's life
She was the catch at
Everyone's parties
She was the one with a tongue
Like a knife
Her bosoms curved perfectly
Lit by the fire
My mind launched away
In a sea of its own
Her grace and her tightness
I had to admire
Through a who*e's breath of stories
I happily told
Trespa**ing my hand
Fell into hot water
She shot like a bullet
Right out of her chair
She led me away and i
Was then slaughtered
By the warmth of her body
And her love and care
Her tongue cut away
And the wounds slowly opened
I lay on the sails of the
Ship of romance
Drunk as i could be and
Broker than broken and
The head of my hunt
Was there in my hands