[00:00.808]He was a plain piece of paper, an ordinary smith
[00:06.296]The kind that you never trifle with
[00:10.850]Drawn in wide-eyeliner, a solitary lass
[00:16.145]Her beauty veiled by tortoiseshell and tinted glass
[00:22.443]
[00:22.916]She was a husband collector of impeccable taste
[00:28.139]She said, "My hands are tied but my glass is chaste"
[00:32.514]He said, "If I were him, I'd fill that to the brim, so tell me more,
[00:38.111]'Cause that's the kind of talk that I adore"
[00:45.418]
[00:45.643]To lay with you
[00:47.903]To lie with you
[00:50.212]To live with you
[00:52.402]Maybe die with you
[00:55.192]As first love fades
[00:57.573]Then two, then three
[01:00.518]I'm certain to see
[01:03.732]The Final Mrs. Curtain
[01:08.468]
[01:16.715]There's not enough paper, there's not enough ink
[01:20.725]There's not enough hours in the day, or poisons to drink
[01:25.197]But there are too many teardrops that are still left to cry
[01:30.641]And different kinds of kisses to help them dry
[01:37.356]
[01:38.089]To lay with you
[01:40.276]To lie with you
[01:42.854]To live with you
[01:44.975]Maybe die with you
[01:47.997]As first love fades
[01:50.172]Then two, then three
[01:52.969]I'm certain to see
[01:55.995]The Final Mrs. Curtain
[02:01.158]
[02:08.744]To lay with you
[02:10.806]To lie with you
[02:13.335]To live with you
[02:15.576]Maybe die with you
[02:19.343]I'm the one who'll hold you
[02:22.599]Till we're through
[02:25.879]The Final Mrs. Curtain