This lovely woman is under arrest;
Because, for her whole life, she has been depressed.
And, all she has done was confessed;
That she has done nothing but gotten undressed;

And flashed a lot of people in rage;
That want her locked up in a cage;
Where she won't be able to earn a wage;
And in her favorite book, she can't turn a page.

For, now she is forever in;
The dark and lonely loony bin;
Where she will no longer be absolved on sin;
After what she's done and where she's been.

She might as well go into a trance;
Because, she has never felt good enough to dance;
She has no talents to enhance;
She is so poor that she doesn't even own a pair of pants.

But, for now, she just wants to give up;
And get an empty cup;
And fill it to the top with poison syrup;
And choke like a little, strangled pup.