Eric Thompson
Ballad of Pierre and Mademoiselle

Stepped over the threshold
 And through your bedroom door
 That’s when I found you laying
 Face down on the floor
 Clutching a suicide note that said
 “I can’t take this anymore..”

 Went to the kitchen and saw the magazines
 That you so carefully doused with gasoline
 You were trying to send a message
 But I don’t know what you mean

 I went to the cantina to sit with cousin Slim
 He tried to persuade me to leave the country with him
 I had a couple of beers instead and went to the ocean to
 take a swim

 And the water was cool on my face
 Transported to another time and place
 But I want you to know
 I want you to have no doubt
 The heart will never know
 The love it lives without

 Went back to the villa to see Maria again
 Should have known better--should have never gone in
 In the front room were the Federales, Pierre and cousin
 Slim…

 Woke up the next morning in my jail cell
 The guard called me a murdering bastard and said I’d rot
 in hell
 For all the suffering I’d inflicted on Pierre and
 madamoiselle

 I put my head in my hands I had to stop and think
 About what I’d said or done to push Maria over the brink
 I walked across my cell and stopped to take a drink

 And the water was cool on my face
 I was transported to another time and place
 But I want you to know
 I want you to have no doubt
 The heart will never know
 The love it lives without