She said she wished to die in terror Screaming in the night To feel the crawling flesh of panic As her hair turned white She also had a pretty little See-through negligee I often wonder where she went And if she got her way
She said she wished to die in terror Screaming in the night To feel the crawling flesh of panic As her hair turned white She also had a pretty little See-through negligee I often wonder where she went And if she got her way