The Why, What Baby?

Laid her down, not till the snow is gone from ground

Gag and bound, how sweet and soon will you be found

Have and hold her down, bipolar

All of the harm you've done

And for love, god knows what you are guilty of

Whoring me, what you have spoken for unshamed

Magpie steal love in cold middle of

All of the harm you've done

Why what, baby?

Why what, baby?

Make her into wife, trade it with her life

Bring round her in dark while her hand is warm

Bed her down, not till the snow is gone from ground

Gag and bound, how sweet and soon will you be found

Have and hold her down, bipolar

All of the harm you've done

Why what, baby?

Why what, baby?