She made me brittle in the middle of my skull,
Brittle in the middle, she played me like a fiddle,
Brittle in the middle of my skull.
I was loosey -goosey,
Until I met Lady Lucy,
Now I'm brittle in the middle of my skull.
Once limber and lithe,
Now I hardly survive,
Brittle in the middle of my skull.
And it's all a riddle
Brittle in the middle of my skull,
And I might add, it's personal,
Brittle in the middle of my skull.
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