I don't wanna hurt anybody I don't enjoy hurting anybody I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs But sometimes people just won't listen And so I have to use persuasion And slides My parents: generous, doting Or were they? All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty, pink tutu My birthday: I was ten And do you know what they got me MALIBU Barbie That's not what I wanted That's not who I was I was a ballerina! Graceful! Delicate! They had to go 'Cause what about Debbie? What about me? They're the ones who killed my childhood and I get the third degree? I've always said that love is war as far as I can see So what about Debbie? What about me? My first husband: the heart surgeon All day long, coronaries, transplants "Sorry about dinner, Deb. The Pope has a cold." HAHAHAH Husband two: the senator He loved his state; He loved his country "Sorry, Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example." Oh yeah? Set this! What about Debbie? What about me? He thought the car he had was fine until it pinned him to a tree You know we all deserve a little respect and courtesy So what about Debbie? What about me? You took me in You accepted me But did any of you love me? I mean really love me? So I killed So I maimed So I destroyed one innocent life after another Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and ache and shop? Don't I deserve love? And jewelry? Yeah don't forget Debbie Don't forget me I sure hope you enjoyed our little chat 'cause I'm the last face you'll see And when you're burning with the rest of them you're final thoughts will be What about Debbie? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? What about meeeeeeee? Goodbye, everybody. Wish me luck.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
