What About Debbie

I don't wanna hurt anybody
 I don't enjoy hurting anybody
 I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs
 But sometimes people just won't listen
 And so I have to use persuasion
 And slides
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 My parents: generous, doting
 Or were they?
 
 All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty, pink tutu
 My birthday: I was ten
 And do you know what they got me
 MALIBU Barbie
 That's not what I wanted
 That's not who I was
 I was a ballerina! Graceful! Delicate!
 They had to go
 'Cause what about Debbie?
 What about me?
 They're the ones who killed my childhood and I get the third degree?
 I've always said that love is war as far as I can see
 So what about Debbie?
 What about me?
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 My first husband: the heart surgeon
 All day long, coronaries, transplants
 "Sorry about dinner, Deb. The Pope has a cold."
 HAHAHAH
 Husband two: the senator
 He loved his state; He loved his country
 
 "Sorry, Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example."
 Oh yeah? Set this!
 What about Debbie?
 What about me?
 He thought the car he had was fine until it pinned him to a tree
 You know we all deserve a little respect and courtesy
 So what about Debbie?
 What about me?
 You took me in
 You accepted me
 But did any of you love me?
 I mean really love me?
 So I killed
 So I maimed
 So I destroyed one innocent life after another
 Aren't I a human being?
 Don't I yearn and ache and shop?
 Don't I deserve love? And jewelry?
 Yeah don't forget Debbie
 Don't forget me
 I sure hope you enjoyed our little chat 'cause I'm the last face you'll see
 And when you're burning with the rest of them you're final thoughts will be
 What about Debbie?
 What about me?
 
 What about me?
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 What about me?
 What about me?
 What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me?
 What about meeeeeeee?
 Goodbye, everybody. Wish me luck.