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Chilled in the kitchen of a city tomb The light would flicker like a violent womb The night was thicker than a smoky fume Eliza waited in the room Ben, he loved her like he loved no one The way she laughed and held a smoking gun The way she always said, "What's done is done" And he was not the only one Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring Yours is thicker than a velvet ring A victim here with a sharp, sharp blade And Ben, he knew how she was getting paid Her water broke, and they would have to wait And when he knew that she was fooling He faced the mirror to avoid the thing We're out of money, and we've sold the bling And I just wanna take you home I just wanna take you home Love is a gentle thing Yours is thicker than a velvet ring Yours is thicker than a velvet ring And I am wandering, 'ring And I am wandering