Yo, girl Can you hear It's playing our song 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 because I'm hungry, she smells tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so With sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, on your street He's placing hot, charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with carcasses to cheek
a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite crackers with JonBent Ramsey I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all I am
(My box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the 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 answer (My box)
(My box) 'Cause the lights are off, I see the girls asleep (My box) I hear my music box, playing a 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)
I look comatose, who wants to be sober? Gross! I foam a doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, are so bugged, I know
I put on my make-up, get naked, and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a pounds There's thunder, I how come it rains but the sun is out? The devil's upset with his wife, they be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the out, but what the fuck about? Voices are me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's
I pick it and open it, but stuffed full of human parts I dig I find 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 a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park
(My box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girls (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 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 around and do a whirl for me (My box) you be my private little dancer? (My box)
I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little Neck like a stick the sick Satan worshippin' Bitches get horse-whippin's, I'm in the Through the back door, slippin' through the crack leavin' the corpse
The mortician of love, sent from above And 'em all when cheat them all, stingy I've become Been doin' for more than a quarter century, I'm just numb Am I dreamin', is it real? Someone pinch me on the
The has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I've had of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain and batter her With the bat, a matter of fact that splatter her
But I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter 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
her plight, as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that, her Zoom in the lens, then pan back, the camera back, 'cause here comes your 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 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 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 private little (My box)