The Big Black Night

Tears Of Mascara

03:26
The Big Black Night

Lyrics

“Love this moonlight”, said the courtesan.
Smooth silhouettes paint sidewalks til dawn.
What is this, a Pre-Code? Don’t you know?
Didn’t your Mama tell you so?
Them ruby lips could get the boys excited.
The Devil isn’t into crashing parties, dear.
He prefers to be invited.

Automatic, slight of hand, voodoo.
Drink some blood, you’ll feel better.
Jet black magic cast her spell on you.
Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara
They’re gonna ruin your sweater.

Little black bird with the broken beak.
Rooms by the night, rooms by the week.
Trying to get to sleep counting shivering sheep.

Automatic, slight of hand, voodoo.
Drink some blood, you’ll feel better.
Jet black magic cast her spell on you.
Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara
They’re gonna ruin your sweater.

Cashmere, lookey here. Dressed up like a souvenir.
Up upon the bookshelf there, we’ll watch the dust grow.
Look at those dewdrop eyes. Caged up little porcupines.
You can quit your lullabies, you’ll get the shakes though,
and your face will glow like an Indian Summer.

Automatic, slight of hand, voodoo.
Drink some blood, you’ll feel better.
Jet black magic cast her spell on you.
Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara. Tears of mascara
They’re gonna ruin your sweater.