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 young girl has to tell?

Come into my house of lonely

And I will treat you well

[Verse 3]

Young and old, we all have stories

That we all must try to sell

Tell them how when you get to heaven

And how we been through hell

[Verse 4]

Who will buy a perfumed story

That a widow has to tell?

Sleep with me on satin pillows

And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)

And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)

And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)

And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)

And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)

And I will treat you well