the paper chase
your ankles to your earlobes
Shame, Shame on you And your sweet head on the pillow Take the pills, dear, let your hair grow Take a knee, believe you me With ankles to the earlobes Bite your lip, dead, make a wish, girl Bless your heart, bless your heart, bless your heart Pox, a pox on you! So what do you have to say for yourself When the gangbang's done and no one's left to appease? Aren't you fetching with finger cuffs and knock-knees? We make a warm bed for the Yankees  Bless your heart, bless your heart, bless your heart So, Abby, it's far too late for me I left a notebook on the shelf just take the kids and save yourself My little Abby, and soon they'll come for me just tell my son that I'm sorry I'll disappear, you no are free And Abby, it's far too late for me My sweet Abby, I hope you die laughing All fat and cheek on your warm bed The raven , the vulture won't circle your head My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly I hope your thoughts don't drift to me I'll die in here, you now are free You now are free My precious thing