I've got a little story to tell
About a girl she said she came from Hell
Her eyes were blue and her hair was red
And she's sitting at the edge of my bed

She's sitting at the edge of my bed
Playing with me these games that we've managed to dream

I've got a little story for you
About a girl I love her I really do
I wonder where she sleeps and how she spends her day
She really understands what I say

I've got a little story to tell
About a girl she said she came from Hell
I wonder when she weeps or what she means to meÂ…
I'm merry married to the sea