She'-s sip-ping a cap-puc-ci-no

Like a cat sip-ping out of a bo-wl

He's black e-s-pres-so

To start his heart from go-ing cold

He's think-ing `co-gnac'

But a-fraid his hands might sha-ke

She's check-ing her make up

Her smile's giv-ing noth-ing a-wa-y

You bet-ter kill me be-fore I kill you

You look good in black

Who'll pay the bill and keep on walk-ing

Will get a hole in their back

Two fad-ed tour-ists

The-ir vi-sas have long ex-pired

Two for-go-t-te-n jour-nalists

Whose head-lines have re-tired

What's that in his pock-et?

They aint Chi-nese bank-no-tes

What's that in her hand-bag?

That's no bar of gol-d.

You bet-ter kill me be-fore I kill you

You look good in black

Who'll pay the bill and keep on walk-ing

Will get a hole in their back

a-ha!

Two sun-tann-ed lov-ers

Love didn't die, it just went dry

Fad-ing in-to the sun-set

Those bones of love pass-ing b-y

You bet-ter kill me be-fore I kill you

You look good in black

Who'll pay the bill and keep on walk-ing

Will get a hole in their bac-k

You bet-ter kill me be-fore I kill you

You look good in black

Who'll pay the bill and keep on walk-ing

Will get a hole in their bac-k

You bet-ter kill me be-fore I kill you

You look good in black

Who'll pay the bill and keep on walk-ing

Will get a hole in their back

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