Wouldn't it be heavenly,
if there wasn't so much wrong with me?

I'll never be a mother
I'll never be a wife

The way that I have suffered
I am bound to take my life

Could you just let me lay down for a while
in your great grass green eyes?

He'll brush my tangled hair
like there's no other girls there
Turn on the television
Make me blush and spinning

It still isn't enough
to curb the appetite
Trapped inside the sadness
but the sadness is inside

All of the ugly people
who have dimmed my light
try to cure me
like a disease

I'm still stuck on empty
with no gasoline