"death bed"

From the first day we met dear,
I felt it all start slipping away,
From the moment we met twirling,
felt like a flag unfurling.

I felt it might be better,
if I wrote a real live letter,
as she whispered to me honey,
my love it felt so funny.

From the second day to clear,
sweet nectar as she stood so near,
as she whispered to me darling,
I watched her hands so softly.

Turn the page on the menu,
my world opened a pandered venue,
I felt her a topless dancer,
on a death bed with cancer.