Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl I said, Look, you don't know
Why don't you try to do without him? Why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned
Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me
One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night is going And
I've never seen your eyes so wide I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied Elsewhere is your feast of love I know ... where long ago we agreed