up off the floor She's still alive but I am sure That all the stars belong to her On California king-sized beds She's wrapped in rags inside my head This
And down your hall Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body baby that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries
in my clothes I can feel you where the doctor goes My beautiful son I know He had ribbons in his hair And lipstick was everywhere You look good in my dress My
I cannot walk. And I will awake. You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy. No babies sleep on atrophy. Your unborn love and fetal dress, my
want. I was a good girl. I was a good girl. I said, I said,"No." Hey daddy.... one thing's for certain, baby. You have my guarantee; you won't forget
