Yo, girl Can you hear It's playing our song Are you Take a nap not afraid of the dark? Are you?
You hear the beat as it ya not wanna go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, its so I go to creep 'Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so With sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, on your street He's placing hot, smoldering beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses to cheek
Like a turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham with JonBent Ramsey I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all I am
(My box) 'Cause when the are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) But I can hear you, my love, you calling me (My box) And when we're worlds apart, you the world to me (My box) So if you call, I come, I answer (My box)
(My box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls (My box) I hear my music box, playing a for me (My box) So when she twirls around and do a for me (My box) Won't you be my little dancer? (My box)
I almost look comatose, who to be sober? Gross! I foam like a doberman, open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my My quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know
I put on my mother's make-up, get naked, and run Wavin' the gun around, I I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it but the sun is out? The devil's upset his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the about? Voices are me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and tug my blouse, the sound of a music box from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked
I it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts Its playing a song, so beautiful and the room is The moon is full, I a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
(My box) when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) But I can you, my love, you keep calling me (My box) And when we're worlds apart, you the world to me (My box) So if you call, I come, I will (My box)
(My box) 'Cause when the are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) I hear my music box, a song for me (My box) So when she around and do a whirl for me (My box) Won't you be my private little (My box)
I'm fixated on and breakin' this little chick's Neck a pixie stick the sick Satan worshippin' get horse-whippin's, I'm in the back Through the door, slippin' through the crack leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, sent above forced And treat 'em all when cheat all, stingy I've become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm just Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the
The time has come to tie her up, gotta me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter, up to the window, look at her Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain and batter her the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll have a chat to her her two compliments, back-to-back, like "Tabatha, I'm your admirer, I'm back to ravish ya" So strong is fight, but your no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go to stabbin' her her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, 'cause here comes your man Jack, so
(My box) when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) But I can hear you, my love, you calling me (My box) And when worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My box) So if you call, I come, I answer (My box)
(My box) when the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) I my music box, playing a song for me (My box) So when she twirls and do a whirl for me (My box) Won't you be my private dancer? (My box)