Sleep on and dream of love, why? Because it's the closest you will get to love, oh The poor twisted child, you're just so ugly, you're so ugly The poor twisted child, please hug me, oh hug me One November spawned a monster In the shape of this child who later cried "But Jesus made me, so He should save me from Pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me" Yes, I am a freak and nothing can make good All the bad that's been done And if the lights were out, could you even bear? Would you kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere? Oh no, no, oh, no, no, no, no The poor twisted child, you're just so ugly, you're so ugly The poor twisted child, please hug me, oh hug me One November spawned a monster In the shape of this child who must remain A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her I am a symbol of where s** mad lovers Must always draw the line So sleep and dream of love, why? Because it's the closest you will get to love Oh, no, no, no, oh no, oh no That November is a time which I must Put out of my mind One fine day, let it be soon She'll never be rich or beautiful But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes That she went out and chose for herself