I've been contemplating suicide,
But it really doesn't suit my style,
So I think I'll just act bored instead
Who can take (alt: And Contain) the blood I would've shed?


She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so I'll at ease)
My heart is really on it's knees
But I keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell


But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
SPINE


I keep her photograph against my heart
For in my life she plays a starring part
All alcohol and cigarettes
There is no room for cheap regrets


But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
SPINE


She makes me feel so ugly
My heart is really on it's knees
But I keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell


But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a perennial shiver down my
SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE