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