Larder - The Tiger Lillies

She is there, she is there in the larder

Preserved for all time for his ardour

She’s been dead sixteen months in September

Since they burned her coffin to an ember

Well, he loved her too much to let her die with the flames

Now he comes home each eve and she’s always the same

Well not quite, the flesh is decaying

And the smell stops friends from staying

He kissed her goodbye, she let out a cry

Now the body remains as she died

And, he loved her too much to let her die with the flames

He comes home each evening and she’s always the same

He got a book on embalming and he found it simply quite charming

She is there, she is there in the larder, preserved for all time for his ardour

She is there, she is there in the larder

(repeated 8 times)