| My monster in black tights
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| You’ve got the kind of blood that I likes
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| I remember the day you dragged me away
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| And left me on a barbed wire fence
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| (It tickled!)
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| My monster in black tights
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| You’ve got the kind of eye that I likes
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| With a wrinkled up chin where the worms have been
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| You make me wanna hold you tight
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| Oh I love to see you hopping along
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| What else could he do with three legs?
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| Oh it may seem ever so wrong
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| I like you best when you’re in your vest
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| My monster in black tights
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| You’re everything a freak like I likes
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| And if you say you won’t run away
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| I’ll untie your chains today
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| Oh I love to see you hopping along
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| I’ve got three legs too!
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| Oh it may seem ever so wrong
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| I like you best when you’re in your vest
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| My monster in black tights
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| You’re everything a freak like I likes
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| And if you say you won’t run away
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| I’ll untie your chains today
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| And I’ll feed you dear
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| And I’ll take your cage away
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| Come on my dear, my hideous little monster
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| Let’s go walking in the graveyard
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| Come on! |
| Walking! |
| Come on, my dear!
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| This way, you hideous little thing, you |