Please - Nellie McKay

I mean I must have said

Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood

Please Bub, spare me a hot romance

Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure

Please Mrs. Henry, start me off without a chance

I must have said

Please sir, let me lay in the sewer that claimed me

And let me wallow there even as I lose my sea

Please Mr. Hula-Hoop, keep on ballistic

You must be a man that got to be so sadistic

Please Lord, I just love being me

For every mom and pop and college green

The harvest moon, a lynchin' tree

'Cause an Americana misery

Makes what a mess of me

That underwater conversation

Hasn’t got a clue

She should know…