Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

I had writen the title as a b-side (all title, no lyrics).
Then I thought, what would those lyrics be if I did write them?
So, if I wrote them out, these would be them.
It turned out to be very Greville and the Tombstones.
It is basically a Mills & Boon romance!
I have grown fond of this short homicidal ballad and have decided I would like to put it on the album, if one was being made.

It is...
Call Me Mad, But Can I Call You Alice?

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

It is such a darlin’ name to say

It makes me think of rose red apples

Freshly cut lawn on a late summer’s Day

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

It is a name where I gets a thrill

It conjures up thoughts of fire-flies

And of the pretty girl I didn’t mean to kill

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

She didn’t look anything of you

Her neck was so pale and so tender

Eyes wide open to everyone, lips full of blue

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice – down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

Your letter writing is real neat

They found her body on the Wednesday

I gave up to the sheriff to face retribution complete

Alice, Alice – I love the name

Alice, Alice– down by the tumbleweed

Alice, Alice – I am to blame

Call me mad, but can I call you Alice?

Thanks for your regular mail

But I can’t see me ever wedding you

Alice, I ain’t ever getting out this lowly county jail