Yo, yeah Can you hear It's playing our song Are you Take a nap You're not of the dark? Are you?
You hear the beat as it makes ya not go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door, its locked so I go to the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses cheek to
a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham with JonBent Ramsey I a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am
(My box) 'Cause 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 we're worlds apart, you the world to me (My box) So if you call, I come, I will (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) you be my private little dancer? (My box)
I almost comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross! I like a doberman, mouth 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 think I'm down to a hundred There's thunder, I how come it rains but the sun is out? The devil's upset with his wife, must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck Voices are me up to the attic, I love my house pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's
I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune starts Its a song, so beautiful and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll 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 we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My box) So if you call, I come, I answer (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 twirls around and do a 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 back door, slippin' through the leavin' the corpse drippin'
The mortician of love, from above forced And treat 'em all when cheat them all, stingy become Been doin' this for more than a quarter century, I'm numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the I've had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, at her Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain matter and her With the bat, a matter of fact will splatter her
But before I do that, I'll a chat to flatter her her two compliments, back-to-back, like "Tabatha, I'm your secret admirer, I'm to ravish ya" So is your fight, but your no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, her Zoom in the lens, then pan back, the camera Stand back, 'cause here comes man Jack, so Pamela
(My box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls (My box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep 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 when the lights are off, I see the girls (My box) I my music box, playing a song for me (My box) So she twirls around and do a whirl for me (My box) Won't you be my little dancer? (My box)