Sleep on and dream of love   Because it?s the closest you will get to love, oh   Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly   Poor twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug me      One November   Spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried   "But Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity, sympathy   And people discussing me, this frame of useless limbs   What can make good all the bad that?s been done?"      And if the lights were out could you even bear   To kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere, oh?   Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly   Poor twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug me      One November   Spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain   A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her   A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her   A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line      So sleep and dream of love   'Cause it?s the closest you will get to love   Ohh      That November is the time which I must put out of my mind      Oh, one fine day let it be soon   She won?t be rich or beautiful   But she?ll be walking your streets   In the clothes that she went out and chose for herself