The Paper Chase - 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 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 g**n'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