Oh
Josephine, when you were queen,
where did that leave you and me?
Where you threw me to the hungry,
hungry lions
Like
Bonaparte, I was bonafide,
I knew how to pick a fight
But I could not hold the line
when you denied me
Time after time,
you cast a wicked spell on me
You called it love, I called it devilry
You've had a lot of nerve,
a lot of gall and nerve
You deserve to be first in
the line up to the guillotine
To lose your head for my duress, oh
Caroline
You were mine, but I never made the time
We could have made it,
but we never made it happen
Honey tragedies come in rings
Swivel down so we can read and pretend
And it isn't we who lie
there dying on the page
I cast a wicked spell on you
You called it love, but it was hardly true
I had a lot of nerve, a lot of gall and nerve
I deserve to be wronged by
the neck beneath the blade
To lose my head for your dress
Oh,
Annabelle, I might as well
Come clean and dispel all the tell -tales
I told when we were courting,
you'd do the same
We're main lovers in love,
not just a name
We can make it, if we really make it matter
Oh my love
We cast a wicked spell or two
You're best for me, I save my last for you
It takes a lot of nerve,
a lot of gall and nerve
Hard to love, to be loved,
but let love be the final word
To let love be the final word
Let love be the final word
To let love be the final word
Let love be the final word
Let love be the final word
To let love be the final word
Let love be the final word
Let love be the final word
And I'll be the final world
So let love be the final world
So love be the final world
To let love be the final way
To let love be the final way
To let love be the final way
you