“Velvet Smile at Blackthorn Inn”

Verse 1

Fog rolled low through Camden Town,

Gaslights dripped their amber down,

Boots and coins and whiskey breath,

Men drank loud to dodge their debts.

Then she walked through tavern smoke,

Velvet gloves and emerald cloak,

Ruby lips and silver stare,

Every sinner stopped to stare.

Pre-Chorus

Oh, she laughed like crystal gin,

Pulled the wolves right to her skin,

Cards went cold, and pockets light,

London vanished for the night.

Chorus