Oh my God, imagine if I'd been there!! He might have shot me instead or I might have seen it and then I'd be traumatised. I know it's your Step Mom Ned but I can't believe you haven't bothered to ask how I am every five minutes!! I might write a song about it.
Oh no, it was nearly me
Oh thank God it wasn't Bea
But even so I feel the pain
As if it was my body slain
The whole world is here to torture
My poor soul no one did nurture
The whole world is here to torture
No one can feel my pain
I toss and turn and think what if
I hadn't lived to sing along with the riff
The world would not get to hear me sing
And Ned would never buy me a ring
The whole world is here to torture
My poor soul no one did nurture
The whole world is here to torture
No one can feel my pain
They say I am a dramatist
But all I see is a very near miss
Even though I was no where near
I feel myself feeling feint and queer
The whole world is here to torture
My poor soul no one did nurture
The whole world is here to torture
No one can feel my pain
My life is flashing before my eyes
My life is full and why oh why's
Everything bad is all about me
And why no one else can see
That it must be all about Bea