The night was telling tales of a deeper shade of blue

To see her was more than you could

Her royal slippers were falling from her shoes

We were not impressed

The more her body bled was the more she stained her dress

Don't believe in what that old guy said

A little flirt and you'd be giving head

So!

Please be

Please be

Please be on your own

This night grows older

You better be alone

I guess it's time for me to go away

Because Denver's dead

Your ruby slippers have been torn apart

Your ruby slipper shave been torn apart

Screaming for relief

Playing tricks, wash them off his feet

To be there is worse than you would think

The soldiers in the pews are praying for retreat

But she was not amused

The more they'd shout, "Amen!" was the more she got confused

So not follow who cannot be led

Don't let other thoughts wax through your head

So!

Please be

Please be

Please be on your own

These days grow longer

You're better off alone

I guess it's time for me to go away

Because Denver's dead

Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart

Your Sunday slippers have been torn apart