November Spawned A Monster

<br>Sleep on and dream of Love<br> because it`s the closest you will get to love<br> poor twisted child<br> so ugly, so ugly<br> poor twisted child<br> oh hug me, oh hug me<br> one November<br> spawned a monster<br> in the shape of this child<br> who later cried<br> "But Jesus made me, so<br> Jesus save me from<br> pity, sympathy<br> and people discussing me<br> a frame of useless limbs<br> what can make GOOD<br> all the BAD that`s been done?<br> And if the lights were out<br> could you even bear<br> to kiss her full on the mouth<br> (or anywhere?)<br> poor twisted child<br> so ugly, so ugly<br> poor twisted child<br> oh hug me, oh hug me<br> one November<br> spawned a monster<br> in the shape of this child<br> who must remain<br> a hostage to kindess<br> and the wheels underneath her<br> a hostage to kindess<br> and the wheels underneath her<br> a symbol of where mad, mad lovers<br> must PAUSE and draw the line<br> So sleep and dream of love<br> because it`s the closest<br> you will get to love<br> that November<br> is a time<br> which I must<br> put OUT of my mind<br> oh one fine day<br> LET IT BE SOON<br> she won`t be rich or beautiful<br> but she`ll be walking your streets<br> in the clothes that she went out<br> and chose for herself