What you sayin’ my little girl
That I am evil
Sure as hell you wouldn’t come back
If I am so evil
Hurry, urry, hurry, hurry With my mace I will kiss your pretty face
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry With my blade I will blind your eyes of jade
Taste, bad taste, bloodshake
Bad taste
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Wake me now I have to explain I don’t know how
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry Tell me why I still feel my lips so dry
Taste, bad taste, bloodshake
Bad taste
what are you thinkin’ little girl
now your brain is on the floor
I walk away and close the door
When I wake up it’s just around four