He Dines Out On Death - Cristina

How could she do it?

There’s nothing to it

A fistful of pills in a foreign hotel

She left a note calling him

Heartless and ruthless

And wishing him well, wishing him well…

Now he dines out on death

How could she do it?

Can I live through it?

In this week’s chic restaurant

He touches the hand

Of a vapid-eyed girl who once put sweet lips to it

She says, «I understand, oh, I understand…»

Now he dines out on death

How could she do it?

Let’s help him live through it

Say the New York hostesses

He takes it so well

He lends such distinction to her self-extinction

Let’s throw him a party, he Must be in hell…

Now he dines out on death