Yeah, girl
Can you hear that?
It’s playing our song
Are you sleepy?
Take a nap
You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?

You hear the beat as it makes you not wanna go to sleep
I knock on Dakota’s door. It’s locked so I go to creep
‘Round the back with binoculars: not ’cause I wanna peep
But because I’m hungry. She smells like Tacos I wanna eat

Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums
Oh, look, here comes Marshall! He’s on your street!
He’s placing hot smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on ’em
He’s dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek

Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite Graham crackers with JonBenét Rams’
I guess a modern-day Jack The Ripper is all that I am

My music box
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
But I can hear you, my love. You keep calling me
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
So when you call, I come, I will answer

‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
I hear my music box playing a song for me
So, won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
And would you be my private little dancer?

I almost look comatose
Who wants to be sober gross?
I foam like a Doberman. Mouth open
I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size. Eyes are so bugged. I know

I put on my mother’s make-up, get naked and run around
Wavin’ the gun around
I think I’m down to a hundred pounds
There’s thunder
I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
The devil’s upset with his wife
They must be sluggin’ it out

I must be buggin’ the fuck out
But what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic. I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse
The sound of a music box comes from inside a toy chest
But what do I do? It’s locked

I pick it and open it, but it’s stuffed full of human parts
I dig ’til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It’s playing a song so beautiful, and the room is dark
The moon is full. I smell a funeral. Guess I’ll loom in the park

My music box
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
But I can hear you, my love. You keep calling me
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
So when you call, I come, I will answer

‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
I hear my music box playing a song for me
So won’t you twirl around, and do a whirl for me?
And would you be my private little dancer?

I’m fixated on asphyxiating and breakin’ this little chick’s neck like a Pixy Stix
The sick Satan-worshippin’
Bitches get horse-whippings
I’m in the back
Through the back door slipping through the crack
Leavin’ the corpse drippin’

The mortician of love sent from above
Forced entry. The more wenchy the more stingy I become
Been doin’ this for more than a quarter century I’m just numb
Am I dreamin’? Is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns

The time has come to tie her up
Gotta roll me the ladder
I’ve had enough of the chatter
Climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in slow to shatter
Her brain matter
And batter
Her with the bat
A matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I’ll have a chat to flatter her

Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like “Tabitha
I’m your secret admirer. I’m back to ravish you
So strong is your fight, but you’re no match for Dracula.”

Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin’ her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens then pan back the camera
Stand back ’cause here comes your man Jack. So, Pamela

My music box
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me
So, when you call, I come, I will answer

‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep
I hear my music box playing a song for me
So, won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me?
And would you be my private little dancer?