You have got such crooked hands, my friend
Does it say a word of your crooked heart of art?
Tell me straight who you love and who you loved
Before we make that kiss
Before the night of sins begins
You have got such a pretty face, my [piece?]
Does it say a word of your pretty world on hold?
Tell me straight am I here to sense your pain?
Before it starts to rain
Before there's no restraint or tempt
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Does it say a word of your crooked heart of art?
Tell me straight who you love and who you loved
Before we make that kiss
Before the night of sins begins
You have got such a pretty face, my [piece?]
Does it say a word of your pretty world on hold?
Tell me straight am I here to sense your pain?
Before it starts to rain
Before there's no restraint or tempt