Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lip
The splinter in my fingertip

But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?

She the sea I'm sinkin' in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can't tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins

But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?

Oh, we're a pretty, pretty pair
Yes, we are
All, all the king's horses
And all of his men
Couldn't tear us apart

Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away

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Written by: John Paul White / Joy Williams. Isn't this right? Let us know.
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