What would you do for me my sweet [bad word] Baby ideally way up high and lovely
But I had a thought that I'm not waiting for you anymore
I'm astral crystalline pure though you could disappear tomorrow
Who would care it's not like the retribution would end there you could disappear
Tell us a story tell us all about your heavenly life in detail
And don't leave out a word I'm listening
All grow up Stepford son
Don't ever change and don't go away too quiet
Ever to be heard but you could disappear tomorrow
Who would care it's not like retribution would end there
You could disappear tomorrow
But just let me make it clear
So keep your eyes down low and keep very still hands up