I love you Noreen But it got too bad I think that you were dressed in black short sleeves When you told me what Bob Dylan means He just goes I hate you Noreen That you still look good everything I used to hold your legs and you'd scream Now I'm stuck here with my family They hate you I'm sick and I'm slow I'm so shit at letting go I feel gross and I don't grow But I'll get off you And I'll get born No I'm worn