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