Sitting pretty. Lovey dovey. Lovely dolly. Dolly lady. I lived in a little pretty house. I painted my hair yellow. I was a sight. To look at. I sat. And I sat. I was so very pleasant. And pleasant. And excited. And exciting. I was besides myself. Beside myself. I was on the side of me. I was away. From myself. I was looking at myself. She do. Well. She do. Well. She do. She do. What she do to me. I wasn’t in me. I was outgoing. Out going. Out. Go out. I go out. I go outside of me. Lights out. go out lights. I was gone from me. I’d look at my arm. Whose arm is it. And whose arm is it. And whose. Because it doesn’t belong to me anymore. I couldn’t read. Or think. Or anything. I was jittery nervy. I wanted people to look at me. I was all sitting. All pretty. I was no use. To me. I was outside me. Watching myself be. I was at the back of me. To touch my neck for me. I was on the side of me. To see what. And I dressed very nicely. And I could see me from every which side. And I didn’t feel me. I had no taste of me. And I had no me at all. And I looked very pretty. And I was just sitting. I was sitting. I spent a lot of time. Sitting. Still. And I didn’t feel a thing. No me to feel me. I was gone from me. Oooo look at baby. Disappear. Oooo baby. All gone. And that’s what I did. I went from me. Just packed my bags. And went. Went. Gone. Left me all alone. To pretty sit. And jolly smile. And do some other things. While I watched. And looked. At me smile. Smile for me my Dianne. I got so thin. There wasn’t very much me for me there. I was only chit chat and giggle. I was talking television. I got so pretty. To look at. Delightful to know. And there was only. Some words in a bag. To make a laugh. And there was nothing in me. And I was gone from me. From me. Gone all from me. Gone me. From me. All gone. Oooo look at baby disappear. Gone me from me. And I was nice and quiet and no trouble to anyone. And clean and tidy. I left me.