| C | |
| Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen |
| F | |
| Makes babies to breathe, with their hearts hanging open |
| C | |
| All over the sheets, as soft as beets in some brown |
| F | |
| Dresser drawer |
| C | |
| And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing, they'll |
| F | |
| Sting through her chest with a force hard and beating till |
| C | |
| Wonderfully wet she will get until she's soaked inside |
| F | |
| Her clothes, and there is no sorry to be sorry for |
| E | |
| For a roll around the floor |
| F | |
| Some afternoon so sound and soft |
| E | |
| It made her swallow all her sweat |
| F | |
| With every bit of breath she coughs |
| E | |
| And when the day it came to |
| F | |
| Pour all her babies all across |
| G | |
| The bathroom floor |
| C | |
| She will be swimming in them all forever more |
| Beautiful, isn't it.. |