November Spawned a Monster

Sleep on and dream of love

Because it's the closest you will get to love

Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly

Poor twisted child, oh, hug me, oh, hug me

One November spawned a monster

In the shape of this child, who later cried

"Jesus made me, so Jesus save me

From pity, sympathy, and people discussing me

A frame of useless limbs what can make good

All the bad that's been done?"

And if the lights were out

Could you even bear to kiss her full on the mouth

Or anywhere, oh, oh

Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly

Poor twisted child, oh, hug me, oh, hug me

One November spawned a monster

In the shape of this child who must remain

A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her

A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her

A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line

So sleep and dream of love

'Cause it's the closest you will get to love

Oh-whoa-oh

That November is a time which I must put out of my mind

Oh, one fine day, let it be soon

She won't be rich or beautiful

But she'll be walkin' your streets

In the clothes that she went out and chose for herself