A Love Song By Tom Lehrer

I hold your hand in mine, dear,
I press it to my lips.
I take a healthy bite from
Your dainty fingertips.
My joy would be complete, dear
If you were only here.
But still I keep your hand as
A precious souvenir.

The night you died I cut it off 
I really don't know why,
For now each time I kiss it I
Get bloodstains on my tie.
I'm sorry now I killed you, for
Our love was something fine.
Until they come to get me I
Shall hold your hand in mine.