Blown Away Baby

I learned when I was just seventeen
To be forgotten was a bit obscene
But that don’t really matter much to you
So when I was just twenty-one
I went out and I bought a gun
And I will never be away from you
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Even though I’ll be dead and gone
For future years I will always be young
Picture perfect tragic for all time
Even though I’ll be dead and gone
You can dip your handkerchief in my blood
A martyr and memento all at once
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess
Visceral plumage a restrained effect
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
I want to be your dead sweetheart
I want to be your Blown Away Baby
My ring on your finger, my head on your dress
Jackie O fashions a blood stained mess
Visceral plumage a restrained effect
Matching tie and handkerchief and nothing less