Spooky, Spooky, Lend Me Your Tomb

it from the top and grab the same roof. I'll dig you baby till you cool and stiff. Spooky, spooky. Just split for the mole job and I'll meet you inside. We'll have a Sunday thought with from all the high.

But spooky, spooky. Bugging my plasma. Ever since you made the scene. You're the utmost. You just make my skulls stand still with your lips of blue and cheeks of green. The very utmost spooky, spooky, linearity.

I've got my jet slide and my flaps are going to bend. We'll play corpse and robbers. It's a game that's the end. You ever cut out, they just take me where you are. Baby, take all of me, but seal up the jaw.

Here are a regular track the night. What's with this tomb, Kegel baby? Why do you want to latch on to my tomb? I'm setting up a wild gig tonight, and my pad isn't big enough to hold all the cats.

Yours is the utter mick at most. Well, I've been in on Screensville, and I'm moving right now. Cause you're the kind of a chick who swings. Baby, you're the Lin-Chiest.