Sister Renee, the jack of all trades
donґt put that hatchet in my back, in
my back
Watch myself fade on the bed that
was made
not by Nurse Ratchet but by you,
yeah by you
Your uniform fits the charm and the
wit
Life on the top floor by my side, by
my side
Iґm down in a pit with nowhere to sit
With a wrought iron door that
separates us....separates
You gave me som poppyseed and we
lay here for hours
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
Sister Renee, youґve got it made
moving to a place that is warm, oh
so warm
What can I say, I want you to stay
Iґll touch your face with my fingers
and my thumbs
You gave me some poppyseed and
we lay here for hours
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
Heal these blisters sacred sister
I will miss her so
I will miss her so
I will miss her so
I will miss her so...
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