SqueezeWhat The Butler Saw

(difford/tilbrook) Warning: these lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. they represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see. Pacing through the flickering light A velvet patch upon his eye His pacing creaks the floorboards loose As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure Francesca lays across the couch They fight with words from mouth to mouth And then with handfuls of her flesh See how the zipper broke off of her dress Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love The porchlight, the torchlight The frosted morning lawn The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn On the tale of what the butler saw He kept his world all to himself And locked it tight inside his belt But she preferred his belt undone She bathed in his fortune but never his fun He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink The butler still fetches and carries for him The butler dragged down to the lake Francesca's body in a cape No private eye was gonna trace this The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed The shadows and footprints and flickering lights The butler's up late with a cold in his eye The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn On the tale of what the butler saw
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