"Stories" lyrics

Who will buy a glad story
That a young man has to tell?
Come into my house of glory
And I will treat you well

Who will buy a sad story
That a young girl has to tell?
Come into my house of lonely
And I will treat you well

Young and old, we all have stories
That we all must try to sell
Tell them how when you get to heaven
And how we been through hell

Who will buy a perfumed story
That a widow has to tell?
Sleep with me on satin pillows
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well (I will treat you well)
And I will treat you well