You wake from comfort search
to morning soiled bed.
Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.
Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.
Through pre-pubescent tones,
the sticks will break your bones,
Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.
Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.
Though few days you've had,
those days have all been sad.
You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved.
You're unloved.