The Paper Chase - Your Ankles to Your Earlobes

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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 gangbangў‚¬"ўs done and no oneў‚¬"ўs left to appease?
Arenў‚¬"ўt 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, itў‚¬"ўs far to late for me
I left a notebook on the shelf, just take the kids and save yourself
My little Abby, and soon theyў‚¬"ўll come for me
Just tell my son that Iў‚¬"ўm sorry
Iў‚¬"ўll disappear you now are free
And Abby, itў‚¬"ўs 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 wonў‚¬"ўt circle your head
My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly
I hope your thoughts donў‚¬"ўt drift to me
Iў‚¬"ўll die in here, you now are free
You now are free
My precious thing