I've been contemplating suicide, But it really doesn't suit my style, So i think i'll just act bored instead Who can take (alt: and contain) the blood i would've shed?
She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease) My heart is really on it's knees But i keep a poker face so well That even mother couldn't tell
But my baby's so vain She is almost a mirror And the sound of her name Sends a permanent shiver down my Spine
I keep her photograph against my heart For in my life she plays a starring part All alcohol and cigarettes There is no room for cheap regrets
But my baby's so vain She is almost a mirror And the sound of her name Sends a permanent shiver down my Spine
She makes me feel so ugly My heart is really on it's knees But i keep a poker face so well That even mother couldn't tell
But my baby's so vain She is almost a mirror And the sound of her name Sends a perennial shiver down my