Oh, the doctors think it might've been
The waking up at five AM
To down a dozen vitamins
And have a little cry
But the body I was given
Ain't the one I want to live in
So if you're not using yours
Drop a line
And if it's money you desire
Then just tell me where to wire it
I'd set it all on fire
If it meant I got the chance
To tell a seamstress
"Please, miss, take these wrists in
I've got better things to paint"
What a dream to watch your scars grow faint
Under a dress all quaint
For that, I'll
Wait