FORCE-THE-EDGES

Goth Grrrl

Let’s talk about us,
Me and my sweet succubus,
I really don’t mind that you think you’re a vampire,
But I think the cape is a little bit much.

You tried to drain my energy,
In a questionable ceremony,
Candles, incense, and that sacred medallion,
That you insist keeps all reptiles from exploding.

Whenever we walk down the street, Sweety-pie,
Must you put hexes on all passersby?
You even burned yourself at the stake,
Just for the sake of a school play.

Even though you probably have rabies,
Don’t you know you’re still my baby?
You’re my little wench of doom,
Elvira ain’t got nothin’ on you.