little child, oh I am so slick   trivial just like the medium   little child, oh I am so sick   you mean everything to me      you know it's killing me, what I do deny   you know it's killing me, what I do deny      is this plot naive or am I mediocrity's angel in for repair?   and, oh, you got such lovely blonde hair   and, oh, you got such lovely blonde hair      hair (5x)      you know it's killing me, what I do deny   you know it's killing me, what I do deny      well I, I was for rent with grave   and I, I was for rent with grave   until your skirt blue suede   until your skirt blue suede      it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need   it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need   it was the skin of the truth that I was born to need      oh, you   yes, yes, you   'cause oh, you got such lovely blonde hair   oh, you got such lovely blonde hair      hair (8x)      my little angel washed my feet with her tears and her blonde hair (4x)