Henry, tell your wife everything
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Henry, put the bible under your hand/head
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Henry, bite your lip if she says
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Do you love me? Do you love me?
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Henry, what¡¯s the chaplain to say?
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When you¡¯re alley cat¡¯n after the wake
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And all the filthy johns can say
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Oh let¡¯s be bad, Henry¡¦ let¡¯s be bad, Henry
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Wife bedside, she¡¯s in heaven right now
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A voice from the ground
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Come to me, come to me, come to me
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Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes
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A voice from the box
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Come to me, come to me, come to me
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Wife bedside, she¡¯s in heaven right now
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A voice from the ground
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Come to me, come to me, come to me
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Wife bedside, the scarlet woman waits outside
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Sweetheart¡¯s wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines
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Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?
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Did you crush her hand?
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As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?
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The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried
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Tell me everything
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Come to me, come to me, come to me
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Let's Be Bad Henry, Let's Be Really Bad
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| The Paper Chase |
