She's got no soul, heart as coal She's from Hollywood, Forever dug her out of a And here we go again, me in her web She said "there's just no rest for the of the dead"
There's just no for the queen of the dead There's just no for the queen...
Another trick to treat her candy apple dreams Gonna rot her teeth I'm so sweet One lick to rule all They crumble as they
She loves me cause I like to give head a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She loves me cause I head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's stop me And in the glow of the moonlight She goes for a spin on my hayride Tried out the but I don't believe the hype Cause if she's got a pulse, then not my type.
She's got a in stock, made of hemlock absinthe as a lip gloss Death hawk, fresh New use your corpse as a catwalk
She loves me cause I like to head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat her insides are on me She loves me cause I head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and gonna stop me And in the glow of the moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted Tried out the but I don't believe the hype Cause if got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She'll use your as a catwalk Plays truth or in the mirror absinthe as a lip gloss Undead, but won't shed a
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She loves me cause I to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She loves me cause I give like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's stop me And in the glow of the pale She for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don't the hype Cause if she's got a pulse, she's not my type.
If she's got a pulse, then not my type.