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Bare breasted, you make love in the turret.
I feel each single thrust that you take.
And, in silence, I watch on from the bastion.
Entranced, I make myself look away.
Bare breasted, making love in the turret.
I've never loved nobody other than you.
And in silence, I can feel as you quiver.
Keep quiet for you know what he'll do.
I know I am not the man you desire.
I know you think that I am some kind of fool.
And I know you would gaze in his eyes forever,
I figured out just how to give that to you.
*Hmm-mm*
And he found us in the western wing sleeping.
You cried at all the things you thought he would do.
And I tell you in the heat of the scuffle,
"Nobody ever takes my eyes off of you."
And, oh Catherine, how you run me my fever.
Oh Catherine, tell me, was it worth it for him?
And these gallows are no place for the stubborn,
Just you and your lover as a dark souvenir.
*Hmm-mm*
*Hmm-mm*
She sees me on display inside the museum;
Comes every morning and again when she can.
Strokes her blistered hand across my glass container,
Saying, "It's so good to see you back here, again."
*Hmm-mm*
*Hmm-mm*
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