VERSE ONE
You poor young thing Elizabeth
I hope you went with ease
The beautiful Black Dahlia
He brought you to your knees
Behind the walls in secret halls
Your body made to bleed
Miss Short, feel the sun again
VERSE TWO
They found you as the Menataur
Your lips like Lovers too
Man Ray would say the art was there
The art, Miss Short, was you
Your arms the horns and body torn
On Norton Avenue
You poor young thing Elizabeth
A guilty man went free
Your body stark in Leimert Park
I hope you went with ease
He took you from the world
And then he sailed across the sea
Black Dahlia I'd never hurt you
Miss Short, feel the sun again