Skinny li'l gal
You're bundled up against the cold
And your lover draws near
For to rescue you and to hold
You wore your wedding dress
And you wore your ring at my funeral
Hey now, I feel like
dancing in the wind like a kite
But I also feel like lying
on the floor with you tonight
I keep planting all my roses in gravel
And naming all the books I'll never write
Oh what am I thinking?
I died on a Sunday afternoon
But I shoulda asked for your hand long ago
But now it's too late for that
But you look so happy
hangin on his arm at his side
It's better this way
that our paths never did collide
So I'll stumble along 'cross empty lots
Keeping all of you that I caught
to myself
