Your Ankles to Your Earlobes

Lyrics
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
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Credits
- Writers
- John Congleton