One, two!If you ever hear a noise in the nightyour body starts to sweatIt shakes and shivers in frightYou go and sleep with yourMother, she hates your gutsShe knows that you love herso she holds you tightall through the nightuntil the broad day lightBut when she doesn’t come homeyou have to sleep aloneThen you wet your bedand I think that’s sadfor a girl of nineteenIt’s more than sadit’s obscene!One, two!And you think it’s ’bout time that you diedAnd I agreeso you decide on suicideYou tried but you never quite carried it outYou only wanted to die in order to show offAnd if you think it’s gonna bleed all over meyou’re even wronger than you’d normally beAnd the only things you wanna see are kitschThe only thing you wanna be is richYour little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitchI know you know you’re just a little bitch!One, two…