I've been contemplating suicide,

But it really doesn't suit my style,

So i think i'll just act bored instead

Who can take (alt: and contain) the blood i would've shed?





She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease)

My heart is really on it's knees

But i keep a poker face so well

That even mother couldn't tell





But my baby's so vain

She is almost a mirror

And the sound of her name

Sends a permanent shiver down my

Spine





I keep her photograph against my heart

For in my life she plays a starring part

All alcohol and cigarettes

There is no room for cheap regrets





But my baby's so vain

She is almost a mirror

And the sound of her name

Sends a permanent shiver down my

Spine





She makes me feel so ugly

My heart is really on it's knees

But i keep a poker face so well

That even mother couldn't tell





But my baby's so vain

She is almost a mirror

And the sound of her name

Sends a perennial shiver down my

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