Your Ankles To Your Earlobes Lyrics - The Paper Chase

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