Sit down, shock is better taken with bent knees,
Shock is better taken with sugary tea,
What you said to me was rotten and nasty.
And if I can I’m going to build myself a wicker girl,

And fill it with used tissues,
When I burn it I will think of you.
This house is not a home now that you’re gone,
And your hearts no longer welcome in my bed.
Blessed is something you’ll always be,
Like catholic girls and Scottish malt whiskey,
What you do to me is no longer healthy.