[Intro — warped music box, detuned, slow] (Taylor, soft, smiling) Shhh… there now Nobody's in trouble We're only going to take a little look [Verse 1 — slow, whispered close to the mic] Little mouth, open wide Let me count what God put inside Hold real still, the metal's cold Calipers kiss the skull, I'm told Mama's out with the prize-fed Pig Ribbon's waiting, don't cry now I write it down in a gentle hand The kind of hand that cleans the land [Pre-Chorus — children's choir, out of tune] A goodly heritage… a goodly heritage… (Taylor, under it) …and the rest go quietly [Chorus — sudden heavy burst, then pulls back] BLUE RIBBON — (whispered) for the ones we keep BLUE RIBBON — (whispered) hush the rest to sleep Cut the thread and tie the bow Nobody needs to know [Verse 2 — Taylor, sweet and reasonable] Seventeen and swollen, such a pity Somebody's nephew, but that's not my committee Write her "feeble," write her "loose" Paper's patient, paper's useful Ether on a cotton cloth Count backwards from ten for me (Dani, ghostly, far away) …nine… eight… Good girl. Good girl. [Verse 3 — machine-gun burst, then flatline] EIGHT TO ONE! GAVEL DOWN! HER OWN LAWYER SOLD HER OUT IN TOWN! THREE GENERATIONS! INK AND SEAL! (silence — then softly) …and isn't it nice when the law agrees
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