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 gangbang's done and no one's 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 to 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 on your warm bed   The raven the vulture won't circle your head   My sweet queen bee, I hope it comes quickly   I hope your thoughts don't drift to me   I'll die in here, you now are free   You now are free   My precious thing