Sleep on and dream of love, why?
Because it's the closest you will get to love, oh
The poor twisted child, you're just so ugly, you're so ugly
The poor twisted child, please hug me, oh hug me
One November spawned a monster
In the shape of this child who later cried
"But Jesus made me, so He should save me from
Pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me"
Yes, I am a freak and nothing can make good
All the bad that's been done
And if the lights were out, could you even bear?
Would you kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere?
Oh no, no, oh, no, no, no, no
The poor twisted child, you're just so ugly, you're so ugly
The poor twisted child, please 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
I am a symbol of where sex mad lovers
Must always draw the line
So sleep and dream of love, why?
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Oh, no, no, no, oh no, oh no
That November is a time which I must
Put out of my mind
One fine day, let it be soon
She'll never be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes
That she went out and chose for herself