SMALL ROOM

Well it was a small room
About ten by nine
Paintbrushes and canvas
A jar of turpentine

He'd be there in the morning
When the light was fresh
The only time he turned his back on her
Was when she would undress

Her name was Judy
Judy out to lunch
Her boyfriend was Frankie
She called him Punch

He said let's take a break now
My old legs are stiff
He saw her bruises in the mirror
He said that bastard - will you look at this

She said Frankie's a good guy
He just drinks too much wine
The old painter said you can tell me about it
Some other time

But I'd like to meet him
This boyfriend of yours
Why don't you tell him to come by on Friday night
After he closes his store

Now Judy came back on Monday
And the door was locked
When the landlady opened it
Even the cops were shocked

Punch he lay in a pull of blood
Throat slit ear to ear
The old painter was dead as well
His painters knife was near

The cop said one man was murdered
The others heart gave out
But whoever painted this portrait of you Judy
Of his love there is no doubt

Well it was a small room
About ten by nine
Paintbrushes and canvas
A jar of turpentine