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 it
They 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, ah
Can 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 understand
Here'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, life
They 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, ah
May I? Yes
It's okay, baby
Let me touch you, okay
You taste so good