Sunday, May 11, 2008

They're scared of me
They're scared of me
They shut my door and shiver

(Just shut the door and forget her
She'll hurt you with her eyes
There's nothing worse
Than seeing that hearse
Within her dead doll eyes)

I'm a rarity
And they're scared of me
They shake their heads precariously
They shiver and spit on me silently
From behind the wooden door.

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