Sleep on and dream of love
Poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me
One November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried
"But Jesus"
"But Jesus"
What can make good all the bad that's been done?
And if the lights were out could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere?
Poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me
One November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
That November is a time that I must put out of my mind
Oh one fine day, let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself
Poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me
One November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried
"But Jesus"
"But Jesus"
What can make good all the bad that's been done?
And if the lights were out could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere?
Poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me
One November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
That November is a time that I must put out of my mind
Oh one fine day, let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself