If I open my mouth and I don't deliver
  It's a big dead when I know
  It's my only fissure
  Little mind, small deal,
  You are paling like a cracking jug
  And I only die because I am feeling so wired,
  Thank you for the joke, I have no money for it
  You fool, you fool, you blew it, when the
  Lie turns to proof,
  Is the issue big enough, so that everybody
  Hears it when you call it off
  Babycakes you always freeze me up
  Micha Micha Micha oh my Micha
  This was all she could say
  The unfortunate child sat in swathe of milky white bandages
  And stared and stared and stared at the
  Ceiling