You needn't fear the cold anymore Such a pretty face for a *whore* Lady of the Eve As they said in my day Lay your worries down at my door Won't be needed here All your troubles gone By the first light of day Though I'm newly come to this town Already a man of renown What I say is writ On the newspaper page I can make you famous my dear Put your name in every ear Scholars tell your tale Til the end of the age (Bridge) Don't be scared By my sanguinous wear It was bloodied in saving a life A young man was lost Till I rushed to his cause They say I'm quite skilled with a knife Dressed in your finest mancatcher clothes Won't be needing those Lay yourself as bare As the first time you cried I can give you what's your due What's been denied to you All I ask is please come inside
