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

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