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