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 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 to 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 now are free



And Abby, it's 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 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