Oh my dear, oh my Pheona
Say you won't bereft my knife.
Please don't come any closer, beware of her smile.
Your cemetery love will come right up and out of the ground.
Your life will take me there in the pits of despair.
You'll live on and I'll be gone.
So why don't you keep staring at the next victim.
There's still some time to tell yourself to change.
Why would God make this creature?
On my dear oh my Pheona.
Oh your so gorgeous like foxgloves.
So please don't come any closer, beware of her smile.
oh my God, Pheona it ends