Текст песни 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