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 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