Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone, I'll tell them my religion's you.
When [bad word] to kill the king upon his throne, I'm ready for their stones.
I'll dance, dance, dance with my hands, hands, hands above my head, head, head like Jesus said.
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance with my hands, hands, hands above my head, hands together, forgive him before he's dead because...

I won't cry for you,
I won't [bad word] the things you do.
I won't cry for you,
See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary.

We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve,
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart.
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris cold.
Je ne veux pas mourire tout seule.