Nellie McKay - Please Lyrics
I mean I must have saidPlease Lord, send me a hard-luck childhoodPlease Bub, spare me a hot romancePlease lady, gift me with genius, not pleasurePlease Mrs. Henry, start me off without a chanceI must have saidPlease sir, let me lay in the sewer that claimed meAnd let me wallow there even as I lose my seaPlease Mr. Hula-Hoop, keep on ballisticYou must be a man that got to be so sadisticPlease Lord, I just love being meFor every mom and pop and college greenThe harvest moon, a lynchin' tree'Cause an Americana miseryMakes what a mess of meThat underwater conversationHasn't got a clueShe should know ..