Die Romantic

Die Romantic Die.
I'll kill you in your sleep.
Watch out baby boy, my revenge isn't pure and sweet.
Don't worry baby...

There won't be any Novacaine,
Or any kind of pill.
Only a big white room,
With the padding at my will.

Oh baby...
Do turn that morbid frown upside down.
It's unbecoming of you.

I'll laugh at your funeral,
While people stop and stare,
At a half-crazed girl,
Placing rose thorns upon your face.

Ill be the big bad priest,
And you my pretty little boy.
I'll be the one to drive your hearse,
And wreck it in a ditch.

I'll bury you,
Unbury you,
And do it again.

I'll dance among the gravestones,
Dance apon your grave.
I'll throw a party in your casket,
And invite all your friends.

We'll have a little tea party,
And I'll dress you up in drag.
I'll cut you into peaces,
And stuff you in a grocery bag.

We'll play ding-dong-ditch,
And I'll leave you on her porch.

I hope she checks her mail box,
For there lay youer appendage,
All gone soft and blue.

Don't worry baby,
I'll leave your fingers in your stew.

I'll send her little love letters,
And they will all be signed by you.

Ha ha baby...
I'll make her just as crazy as you.