Disability Music (?)

But 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, 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 
Because it's the closest 
You will get to love 
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 walking your streets 
In the clothes that she went out 
And chose for herself.