The wine is white and the lights are dim
They warned you, don't go home with him
'Cause guilty feet'll never dance again
I know but will I ever get the chance again?I've been held in contempt for an incident
But it takes two to be intimate
So by no means was she innocent
Well, it wasn't a crime if I didn't witness itThey said that chivalry is dead
Then why is her body in my bed?
At sunrise, the morning papers read
They found a body in my bed, ahCan nonchalant be obvious, of course?
I leaned towards her and whispered the choice is yours
Need I remind you that I'll have no remorse?
I understandHere's a kiss, sweetheart, this won't hurt a bit
I can kill it with kindness or murder it
Then I'll face the time a murderer gets
Or get away with it, lifeThey said that chivalry is dead
Then why is her body in my bed?
And at sunrise, the morning paper's read
They found a body in my bed, yes, ahMay I? Yes
It's okay, baby
Let me touch you, okay
You taste so good