The Paper Chase - Let's Be Bad, Henry, Let's Be Really Bad

Henry,Tell your wife everything
Henry, put the Bible under your hand/head
Henry, bite your lip if she says,
"Do you love me? Do you love me?"

Henry, what's the chaplain to say?
When your alley cat'n after the wake
And all the filthy Johns can say
"Oh let's be bad, Henry....Let's be bad, Henry"

Wife bedside, the good sons says his goodbyes
A voice from a pine box
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes

Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife beside, the scarlet woman waits outside
Sweet heart's wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines
Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?

Did you crush her hand?
As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?
The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried
Tell me everything

Come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me

Written by:
JOHN ASHLEY CONGLETON

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY

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