Bones tempt a Lady in the old moonlight
I am so cold lady
lay with me a while.
Let me feel where your flesh lives.
sing me stories of hearts and lungs.
Pretty lady, sweet lady,
dirt to my casket.
My grave is wide my heart was deep
you will fit so well inside.
Lady says to Bones in the cold morning gray.
Old bones, cold bones,
I’ll lay with you a while.
Feel my heartbeat, feel my breath
you will never leave me, not even for death.
Pale bones, lonely bones
keep other men away,
no one wants a lady who smells like a grave.
Created: Aug 11, 2012AetherBunny Document Media