| Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up
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| Don’t wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
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| Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
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| It’s naughty, very naughty necrophilia
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| Without a care I’m compassionate about killing her
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| I’d have my way with what’s left of the will in her
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| Cosmopolitans, and cocaine, and an occasional pill in her
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| When she spoke I saw a spark, but it was dark so
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| I drove her home when she died, sexy suicide
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| Sweet nothings for the numb, you feel where I’m coming from?
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| Have no fear, everything’s fine, my girl parties all the time
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| Did you hear what I said? |
| With this ring I thee wed
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| A body in my bed, she was cool when I met her
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| But I think I like her better dead
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| The production is progressive, but the reason is retro
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| The chords are cold-blooded murder, I named it neo-necro
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| I whispered in her ear to hear an echo, echo-co-co
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| I keep her — it’s cheaper — I love too much to let go
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| We discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done
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| So I’ve caught her just in time to have a little fun
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| And you could use a little sun
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| So scream and holler, run and play
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| Wish you could die another day
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| I’m glad to say that I’ve
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| Done what I could to revive
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| My softer side survived
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| Damn, wish she was all right, wish she was alive
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| Ha ha ha… |