Moving like a dancing bearIt’s in my bloodFalling down the marble stairsIt’s in my bloodOh my dear, that’s the wayI am made, I’m afraidThose crimson tearsDrip on the bar, drip on the floorThose crimson tearsDrip on the bar, stain what I woreSwinging a punch, connect to the eyeI’ve got a hunch, I should just stay quietOh my dear, that’s the wayI am made, I’m afraidThose crimson tearsDrip on the bar, drip on the floorThose crimson tearsDrip on the bar, stain what I wore