Your Ankles to Your Earlobes
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 gang bang's done and there's no one 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 too 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 in your warm bed
The raven, the vulture, won't circle your head
My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly
I'll die in here, you now are free
You now are free
My precious thing
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 gang bang's done and there's no one 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 too 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 in your warm bed
The raven, the vulture, won't circle your head
My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly
I'll die in here, you now are free
You now are free
My precious thing
Credits
Writer(s): John Ashley Congleton
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- One Day He Went Out for Milk and Never Came Home
- What I'd Be Without Me
- The Sinking Ship, the Grand Applause
- Piggies Had Too Much Wine
- Ready Willin Cain and Able
- Now We Just Slowly Circle the Draining Fish Bowl
- A War Is Coming
- Your Ankles to Your Earlobes
- Lets Be Bad Henry, Lets Be Really Bad
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