Your Ankles to Your Earlobes

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 your earlobes
Bite your lip, dear, make a wish, girl
Bless your heart, well bless your heart, well bless your heart

Pox, a pox on you
So what do you have to say for yourself
When the gang bang's done [and] no one's left to appease?
Aren't you fetching with finger cuffs and knock-knees?
Make a warm bed for the Yankees
Bless your heart, well bless your heart, well bless your heart

Well bless your heart, bless your heart
Bless your heart, bless your heart
Well bless your heart

So Abby, it's far too late for me
I left a notebook on the shelf
Just take the keys, just 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, just save yourself
My little Abby, I hope you die laughing
All fat and cheeky in 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
You now are free
You now are free
My precious thing
You now are free
You now are free
You now are free
My precious thing