Elizabeth - Charity Children

You wake from comfort search

To morning soiled bed

Now, slumber sweetened tooth

Bites down in cold, hard truth

Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth.

Oh, oh, no

Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth.

Oh, oh, no

Through pre-pubescent tones

The sticks will break your bones

And as you’re walking home

You cry, cry, cry alone

Through pre-pubescent tones

The sticks will break your bones

And don’t look up to call

For all they are is tall

Don’t do that, Elizabeth.

Don’t do that

Don’t do that, Elizabeth.

Don’t do that

Though few days you’ve had

Those days have all been sad

When youth has found its past

These days they all were cast

Though few days you’ve had

Those days have all been sad

No matter what is said

Life change or sudden death

You’re unloved, Elizabeth.

You’re unloved

You’re unloved, Elizabeth.

You’re unloved

You’re unloved, Elizabeth.

You’re unloved

You’re unloved, Elizabeth.

You’re unloved

You’re unloved

You’re unloved

You’re unloved

You’re unloved