Oh, the doctors think it might've been The waking up at five AM To down a dozen vitamins And have a little cry But the body I was given Ain't the one I want to live in So if you're not using yours Drop a line And if it's money you desire Then just tell me where to wire it I'd set it all on fire If it meant I got the chance To tell a seamstress "Please, miss, take these wrists in I've got better things to paint" What a dream to watch your scars grow faint Under a dress all quaint For that, I'll Wait