Lyrics:

Sleep on and dream of love
Why? Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
The poor twisted child
You're just so ugly, you're so ugly
The poor twisted child
Please hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"But Jesus made me, so
He should save me from
pity, sympathy
And idiots discussing me
Yes, I am a freak
and nothing can make good of
the bad that's been done"

And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?) ohh..no

The poor twisted child
You're just so ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Please hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to the kindness
And the wheels underneath her
I am symbol of where sex, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.

So sleep and dream of love
Why? Because it's the closest
You will get to love ohh
Love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind

Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She'll never be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself