Stories

[Verse 1] Who will buy a glad story That a young man has to tell? Come into my house of glory And I will treat you well [Verse 2] Who will buy a sad story That a widow has to tell? Come into my house of lonely And I will treat you well [Chorus] Young and old, we all have stories That we all must try to sell Tales of how you get to heaven And how we been through hell [Verse 3] Who will buy a perfumed story That a young girl has to tell? Sleep with me on satin pillows And I will treat you well