The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
   An upright piano stood locked by the door
   In through the window
   The light was fast fading
   While I spilt my whiskey
   All over the floor
   Making a mess of my words so
   I was trying
   To impress the Empress with
   My wimpy tales
   Fanning her face from cigar smoke
   And sighing
   I had come close to be miles
   From her trail
  
   She was the jewel that
   Sparkled in darkness
   She was the love
   Of everyone's life
   She was the catch at
   Everyone's parties
   She was the one with a tongue
   Like a knife
  
   Her bosoms curved perfectly
   Lit by the fire
   My mind launched away
   In a sea of its own
   Her grace and her tightness
   I had to admire
   Through a whore's breath of stories
   I happily told
  
   Trespassing my hand
   Fell into hot water
   She shot like a bullet
   Right out of her chair
   She led me away and I
   Was then slaughtered
   By the warmth of her body
   And her love and care
  
   Her tongue cut away
   And the wounds slowly opened
   I lay on the sails of the
   Ship of romance
   Drunk as I could be and
   Broker than broken and
   The head of my hunt
   Was there in my hands