they call me Betty
but my name is Lou-Anne
this is my story
don't know where to begin
i've been withering on this stage since i don't know when
lips as red as lobsters in a frying-pan
but don't ask me how the weather was
'cos i might not know
don't ask me if i crave for too much
while I'm starving at a sold-out show
behind the curtain
just a planet away
this is where i live, where they're fixing my grave
the dagger in my heart
i hear my mama say:
babe you can't be free as long as you are safe
so bring your worries and your sad lives, too
i‘ll tell you stories and a little bit of truth
i gave my youth and my madness and myself to you
watch me decompose 'cos i do it for you

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