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