It seems to mount and mount
Flowing forth from her fount
She was an asymptomatic addict
Absolutely positively manic
Gobs and gobs of cobwebs in her attic
Vampiritic bats on automatic
Something wicked this way comes
Lizzie runs with her knife
Don't take my breath away
Don't toss me in a grave today
About her bottom flies did swarm
Ditch-delivered by a drunken drab
Found and raised thereafter by an unholy hag
Something wicked this way comes
Lizzie runs with her knife
Don't take my breath away
Don't toss me in a grave today
She'll slash you and dash you
She'll slice you and dice you
She'll splash you and spice you
And if that won't suffice
Then she'll serve you with rice
On a plate Herod-style of your own demise
Manslaughter womanslaughter
Was her son and her daughter
She'll slash you and dash you
She'll slice you and dice you
She'll splash you and spice you
And if that won't suffice
Then she'll serve you with rice
On a plate Herod-style of your own demise
One day she will marry me
As soon as they set her free
So that she will never have to murder on her own again
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