A Demon polite,
friendly little creature
Shake her hand,
kiss her hand
But she shivers and shakes,
Pull away, babe.
Let the sunlight seep
into your grave...
And turns to stone,
the Demon stays.
Lovely pet of mine,
Night come to creep
And you awake.
Does she still have fear?
Pull away, babe.
Come sit on my lap,
and kiss my hand.
Such a lovely little pet.
