What About Debbie

I don't wanna hurt anybody
I don't enjoy hurting anybody
I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs
But sometimes people just won't listen
And so I have to use persuasion
And slides
My parents: generous, doting
Or were they?
All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty, pink tutu
My birthday: I was ten
And do you know what they got me
MALIBU Barbie
That's not what I wanted
That's not who I was
I was a ballerina! Graceful! Delicate!
They had to go
'Cause what about Debbie?
What about me?
They're the ones who killed my childhood and I get the third degree?
I've always said that love is war as far as I can see
So what about Debbie?
What about me?
My first husband: the heart surgeon
All day long, coronaries, transplants
"Sorry about dinner, Deb. The Pope has a cold."
HAHAHAH
Husband two: the senator
He loved his state; He loved his country
"Sorry, Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example."
Oh yeah? Set this!
What about Debbie?
What about me?
He thought the car he had was fine until it pinned him to a tree
You know we all deserve a little respect and courtesy
So what about Debbie?
What about me?
You took me in
You accepted me
But did any of you love me?
I mean really love me?
So I killed
So I maimed
So I destroyed one innocent life after another
Aren't I a human being?
Don't I yearn and ache and shop?
Don't I deserve love? And jewelry?
Yeah don't forget Debbie
Don't forget me
I sure hope you enjoyed our little chat 'cause I'm the last face you'll see
And when you're burning with the rest of them you're final thoughts will be
What about Debbie?
What about me?
What about me?
What about me?
What about me?
What about me?
What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me?
What about meeeeeeee?
Goodbye, everybody. Wish me luck.