Wind up that music box
Listen to it ****** away
Pass me a mink blanket
And all night I will stay
Play with my hair
What little I have of it
You don't need to do much
Just hold me, come, sit
Pass me a pen and paper
You know the deal
Listen to the music box
It teaches me to feel
Kiss my forehead soft
And stroke my arm slow
For these are the comforters
That help me when I'm **low

All work
And no play
Makes me a dull boy
Maybe then
Ill take this blade
And run it across your thigh
Up up up
Across that throat
Let the blood drain
From that pretty little face
On now that would not be dull

More of the same *******
each and every day

You sat there, trying to convince me
Make me believe in you
That you wanted to do something
Fix things
Gain some kind of redemption
Then the next day came
And you had given up
What the hell is wrong with you?
There is no redeeming
How can you expect that when you think this is trying
That bad taste, just gets worse and worse
And I just get let down
more and more