So, I said it: I killed my wife I didn't mean to... God knows I didn't mean to She woke up, so beautiful She looked at me and smiled... That smile She is... was, a very shy person you see... and I know I knew this shy smile meant she wanted to fuck But this time, I pretended not to get it And I kept on pretending and so she said it Ever so shyly: "Please, Henry, fuck me, Henry..." And I could see the effort in her smile... for her to ask that... to say those dirty words... to be wicked and bold... so out of character That very shy smile I loved so much... But I couldn't answer I couldn't meet her desire 'Cause yes, being in love makes me sick... sick! I'd been sleepless all night, you see, suffocating, suffocated by love... a wreck... absolutely no desire left Come on Henry, drop it, please! What? Am I letting you know more than you care to know about me? Uh-huh About her? Sex? Death?