I've been contemplating suicide,   but it really doesn't suit my style,   so I think I'll just act bored instead   who can take (alt: And Contain) the blood I would've shed?         She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease)   my heart is really on it's knees   but I keep a poker face so well   that even mother couldn't tell         But my baby's so vain   she is almost a mirror   and the sound of her name   sends a permanent shiver down my   SPINE         I keep her photograph against my heart   for in my life she plays a starring part   all alcohol and cigarettes   there is no room for cheap regrets         But my baby's so vain   she is almost a mirror   and the sound of her name   sends a permanent shiver down my   SPINE         She makes me feel so ugly   my heart is really on it's knees   but I keep a poker face so well   that even mother couldn't tell         But my baby's so vain   she is almost a mirror   and the sound of her name   sends a perennial shiver down my   SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE