What About Debbie - Jinkx Monsoon

I don’t wanna hurt anybody

I don’t enjoy hurting anybody

I don’t like guns or bombs or electric chairs

But sometimes people just won’t listen

And so I have to use persuasion

And slides

My parents: generous, doting

Or were they?

All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty, pink tutu

My birthday: I was ten

And do you know what they got me

MALIBU Barbie

That’s not what I wanted

That’s not who I was

I was a ballerina!

Graceful!

Delicate!

They had to go

'Cause what about Debbie?

What about me?

They’re the ones who killed my childhood and I get the third degree?

I’ve always said that love is war as far as I can see

So what about Debbie?

What about me?

My first husband: the heart surgeon

All day long, coronaries, transplants

«Sorry about dinner, Deb.

The Pope has a cold.»

HAHAHAH

Husband two: the senator

He loved his state;

He loved his country

«Sorry, Debbie.

No Mercedes this year.

We have to set an example.»

Oh yeah?

Set this!

What about Debbie?

What about me?

He thought the car he had was fine until it pinned him to a tree

You know we all deserve a little respect and courtesy

So what about Debbie?

What about me?

You took me in

You accepted me

But did any of you love me?

I mean really love me?

So I killed

So I maimed

So I destroyed one innocent life after another

Aren’t I a human being?

Don’t I yearn and ache and shop?

Don’t I deserve love?

And jewelry?

Yeah don’t forget Debbie

Don’t forget me

I sure hope you enjoyed our little chat 'cause I’m the last face you’ll see

And when you’re burning with the rest of them you’re final thoughts will be

What about Debbie?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

What about meeeeeeee?

Goodbye, everybody.

Wish me luck