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
SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE
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