because it's the closest you will get to love
     poor twisted child
     so ugly, so ugly
     poor twisted child
     oh hug me, oh hug me
     one November
     spawned a monster
     in the shape of this child
     who later cried
     "But Jesus made me, so
     Jesus save me from
     pity, sympathy
     and people discussing me"
     a frame of useless limbs
     what can make GOOD
     all the BAD that's been done?
     And if the lights were out
     could you even bear
     to kiss her full on the mouth
     (or anywhere?)
     poor twisted child
     so ugly, so ugly
     poor twisted child
     oh hug me, oh hug me
     one November
     spawned a monster
     in the shape of this child
     who must remain
     a hostage to kindess
     and the wheels underneath her
     a hostage to kindess
     and the wheels underneath her
     a symbol of where mad, mad lovers
     must PAUSE and draw the line
     So sleep and dream of love
     because it's the closest
     you will get to love
     that November
     is a time
     which I must
     put OUT of my mind
     oh one fine day
     LET IT BE SOON
     she won't be rich or beautiful
     but she'll be walking your streets
     in the clothes that she went out
     and chose for herself