Hours Eastly - Miss Short Lyrics
You poor young thing ElizabethI hope you went with easeThe beautiful Black DahliaHe brought you to your kneesBehind the walls in secret hallsYour body made to bleedCHORUS ONEMiss Short, feel the sun againVERSE TWOThey found you as the MenataurYour lips like Lovers tooMan Ray would say the art was thereThe art, Miss Short, was youYour arms the horns and body tornOn Norton AvenueYou poor young thing ElizabethA guilty man went freeYour body stark in Leimert ParkI hope you went with easeHe took you from the worldAnd then he sailed across the seaCHORUS TWOBlack Dahlia I'd never hurt youMiss Short, feel the sun againCHORUS