Oh, Josephine When you were queen Where did that leave you and me Where you threw me to the hungry, hungry lions Like Bonarparte I was bonafide I knew how to pick a fight But I could not Hold the line when you denied me Time after time You cast a wicked spell on me You called it love, I called it devilry You had a lot of nerve A lot of gall and nerve You deserve to be first In the line up to the guillotine To lose your head for my duress Oh, Caroline You were mine But I never made the time We could've made it But we never made it happen Honey, tragedy's Come in rings Scribbled down so we can read And pretend It isn't we who lie there dying On the page I cast a wicked spell on you You called it love but it was hardly true I had a lot of nerve A lot of gall and nerve I deserve to be wrung By the neck beneath the blade To lose my head for your duress Oh, Anabelle I might as well Come clean and dispel All the tell tales I told when we were courting You do the same And we'll remain Lovers in love, not just in name We can make it If we really make it matter Oh, my love We cast a wicked spell or two Your best for me I saved my last for you It takes a lot of nerve A lot of gall and nerve Oh, to love To be loved Let love be the final word To let love be the final word