Your Ankles to Your Earlobes The Paper Chase

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