Right in the Middle of my Forehead
Baby Cakes, Oh Pumpkin Pie
You are the Apple of my eye
Thirty-seven blackbirds baked in a shell
Am I in love with you? I can’t tell
Sugar Plum Fairies, I pull out a plum
I pull it right out on the tip of my thumb
I look at it closely and then concentrate
Crystal ball, won’t you tell me what the heck I ate?
I think I feel nauseous, I think I will croak
The love of my life has been a big joke
Unable to feel and caress with my touch
If we meet again, I may just lose my lunch!
We both know that we are forbidden fruit
But how come I felt the sole of his boot?
Didn’t he know of what else to do?
But strip me of trust and almost love too?
Oh no, this won’t hurt you, but may sting a bit
He should have warned me, instead I got shit
Guess I’ll just use it for fertilizer
To grow silver bells and cockle-shells as I get much wiser
To him, I’m a woman, but his little girl
But you’d better check out my forehead for curl
‘Cuz when I am good, I’m as horrid can be
And when I am bad, you can go climb a tree!
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