.                               -she pleas
Don't look at my knees
Praying that somebody sees

                               -she cries
Don't look at my thighs
I had lows where you had highs

                                -she goes
Don't look at my nose
I'll cut it off, feed it to crows

                               -she moans
Don't look at my bones
Hung 'em up beside the phone

"Please, please" she pleas