Don’t know what I’m feeling or what I should say
On how my life changed
The day I stumbled on her grave 
Not a necrophilliac, I guess I was bored
I just love to spend my
Time with a fresh embalmed corpse
Of course [bad word] 
She was a teenage zombie
She was a teenage corpse
She was a teenage zombie
Drop dead gorgeous that’s for sure

I took her to the movies
And I took her to the park
I took her in the back-seat
And that’s where she stole my heart
And then I walked her home
From our postmortem date
She took me by the hand and we danced upon her grave [bad word]