he could be seen every night at the end of the grand cabaret a cig in his gloved hand and a mouth to kiss a beast his eyes were so bright, really that they seemed made to kill you but you can't blame him for those 'cause he's already been condemned " sing for me my dear, i shall give you ear don't you stop my dear for i can make you scream i know your voice is warm it looks like made of fur silent dreams are funny (my) words may seem uncunny but,know i love you for your song i know it may sound very strange and i 'have come to see your face and these words sung in which you lay" and one night at the end of her show he stood still and aggressive one last drag smoked on his cig the moment finally came there she was light and brilliant he said he was a ripper (to) the frightened girl the strange man said "your voice you 'll no more share open up your ears so that i make things clear you're not theirs anymore you'll no longer be their whore I want your love, your songs and your your pretty heart to burn you'll ever be my dream i am free i'm living what if you shut up from your chant i'd throw myself from the bridge your song will reach no other man your performance comes to its end your performance comes to its end"