They call me Betty But my name is Lou-Anne This is my story Don't know where to begin I've been withering on this stage since i don't know when Lips as red as lobsters in a frying-pan But don't ask me how the weather was 'Cos i might not know Don't ask me if i crave for too much While I'm starving at a sold-out show Behind the curtain Just a planet away This is where i live, where they're fixing my grave The dagger in my heart I hear my mama say: "Babe you can't be free as long as you're safe" So bring your worries and your sad lives, too I'll tell you stories and a little bit of truth I gave my youth and my madness and myself to you Watch me decompose 'cos i do it for you