Sleep on and dream of Love    Because it's the closest you will    Get to love    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"   A 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    Because it's the closest    You will get to love    That November    Is a 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.