The Skeleton In The Closet

Why don't you go in there? Come out of that boy, don't you know that house is handy? Good and good mansion on an old forgotten road Where the better ghosts in Godland always hang out One night they threw a party In a manner I'll move And they called you the invited all the gang out

At a dark big witch an hour When the fun was loud and hearty A notorious wallflower Became the life of the party The spooks walked, having their midnight fling The merry-making was in full swing This rigged themselves into a cheerful train When the kelton in the closet started to dance And now a goblin giggle with penis clean, a shout rang out from a big man's she.

A mazemoth was an every ghostly plan, when skeleton in the closet started to dance. All the witches wore in stitches, while his steps made rhythmic bumps, and then nearly Drop that broomstick. When he tried to do the buns, you never hoised such an oily laughter.

Such he laughed, ray has grown. When skeleton imposites, right here's bong.