Young Lady, You're Scaring Me

Let's get a house, you and me and your 12 cats We'll put mirrors on the ceiling We'll have a bunk bed by the bath You'll line my mattress with nails One for every time something psycho came out of your mouth Your cavern eyes are preying Your scarlet lips half saying A sales pitch for the circus in your mind Young lady, you're scaring me Young lady, you're scaring me Dumbbell right to the temple Carry me to your shrine Dedicated to the prince of the last of your nine lives She waited in the darkest corner all night Until I closed up shop, I turned out the lights Then she begged for me to drive her home I thought about the Kensington Strangler as I was about to say "No" When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouse She said, "Park behind the hearse" I said, "No need, get out and take your purse" Young lady, you're scaring me Young lady, you're scaring me Remember that time you wrote me 200 letters Never once to a single reply? Remember they all referenced a love that wasn't real? Considering we talked maybe one or two times Young lady, you're scaring me Young lady, you're scaring me

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