She wrapped me up with the richest wool
And with love in the strongest arms,
Buttoned me up and sent me to school;
Never was I anything but loved and warm.
Until I was stripped and left in the cold
And the frost bit at my heart strings.
Just a toddler longing for her mittens old,
Or a whore stripped down for her earnings.
Now you've seen me like this, flesh and bone
And I've seen you in your glory,
It feels nothing like right-at-home
But it tells a differest story.
Don't leave me cold; it takes so long
For me to get my clothes back on.