Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertip
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
She's the sea I'm sinkin' in
Oh, we're a pretty, pretty pair, yes we are
All, all the king's horses and all of his men couldn't
Tear us apart Oooo
Aaaaah Ooooo
Dancing with a ball and chain