Oh,
you’re divine.
Oh,
did I tell you you’re divine?
Oh,
did I ever –
when you were alive?
Did it hurt when you bled?
Did it –
lover-boy, fever-head?
I’ll bet you never thought I’d try –
your mouth, my love,
was open wide.
Oh,
you were my life.
Oh,
you were going to be my life.
Did you sing happy day
that time I went away?
I had to ease my aching head –
no other way –cut off your legs.
Oh.
Oh.
Did you ever wish me dead –
lover-boy, fever-head?
No, you must not go away –
but how will you ever walk again?
I might as well be dead.
But I could kill you instead