Henry Hadler

Henry Hadler, the boy from Camp Ville Handsome son of beautiful Miss Fille I forgot my heart in your small town When I visited your lips at Sun Down I read your letter asking me to make a decision I decide to adore you like the saints of my religion I choose to pray to my God That you come searching for me in my thoughts Then you'll find me hanging from a bridge Will you fall with me or fall saving me Fall for me so that I relax my grip Onto the bridge of my principles and fall for you Then will I know you treasure me More than the muscle under your left breast Yes I am on the pinacle of the earth now I tell you surely, I shall be your other half The cross you will carry with a smile and a half.