His body full of bruises, oh! No, full of stabs
His white, tight t-shirt, now crimson
His sweet charming bass voice, now a roar
His hairy nostrils, now outlet pipes of blood ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.