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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 dear 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 done and no ones left to appease?
Arent 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, its far to late for me
I left a notebook on the shelf, just take the kids and save yourself
My little Abby, and soon theyll come for me
Just tell my son that Im sorry
Ill disappear you now are free
And Abby, its far too late for me
I left a checkbook on the shelf, just take the keys and save yourself
My sweet Abby, I hope you die laughing
All fat and cheeky on your warm bed
The raven the vulture wont circle your head
My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly
I hope your thoughts dont drift to me
Ill die in here, you now are free
You now are free
My precious thing