Pale Blonde Hell

Her face was white as meerschaum
Washed up by the sea
Her hair was as yellow
As a field of blowing wheat
Her name I don’t remember too well
Pale blonde hell
She reminded me of someone
I knew way back when
She reminded me of the one
Who taught me how to sin
She was like an angel who just fell
Pale blonde hell
It is not her fault
That she was the way she was
It is not my fault
My heart does the things it does
Now I’m at the bottom of this well
Pale blonde hell
Yeah my baby left me
And I have a tale to tell
So I’ll crawl down lonely street
Past Heartbreak Hotel
To the place where my lover dwells
Pale blonde hell