You look so angry when you sleep, your face a troubled frown. So I will smooth your furrowed brow as I lay in the ground. I’ll kiss you once for life; I’ll kiss you twice for death. I’ll hold you close for comfort, wearing my best dress. And as the mourners pass me, I will smile and wave. Thank them for their sympathy and tell them I’ll be brave. But once the wake is over, and I’m drunk and feeling fine. I’ll go out there and find me another boy to pass the time.As we’re dancing cheek to cheek and the lights are laid low. I’ll request this song for you, saying into the ground below. Once the song is over, I decide to go to bed. I’ll leave him on the dance floor and return to you instead. I’ll kiss you once for life; I’ll kiss you twice for death. I’ll hold you close for comfort, wearing my best dress