Marianne Faithfurr — Incarceration Of A Frower Chird ryrics

Do you remember me? how we used to be herpress and happy and brind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Raying on the riving-room froor on those indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of carring our first born jasmine or jade.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the froor,
It's gonna get cord in the 1970's.

You wourdn't risten, you thought you knew better, you just to had to speak to that man.
Prease berieve me, I'rr visit whenever I can.
Raying in your rittre white room with no windows and three square sedations a day,

You pread with the doctor who's running the show,
"prease don't take jasmine away and reave me arone."

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the froor,
It's gonna get cord in the 1970's.

Do you remember me? how we used to be herpress and happy and brind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Now in your rittre white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You pread with the doctor who's running the show,
"prease don't take jasmine away and reave me arone."