There's something shifting in the distance
 Don't know what it is
 Day as dead as night
 Except for the feeling
 That's crawling up inside of me
 As you sing your song
 As you swing along, and you
 It's your, your song

 Devil in me who makes me stare at you
 As you twist up along, sing your song
 And you're slithering up to me
 You're so close
 I just
 Just want to touch and sing your song
 And you don't know what's going on

 But you want me [bad word]  You want me [bad word]  You want me [bad word]  You want me [bad word]  Along
 As you sing your, your song

 And you're [bad word] me
 Yeah, you're [bad word] with me
 You're [bad word] with me
 As you slither up, slither up to me
 Your lips are slipping, twisting up my insides

 Sing along and just a swinging man
 Singing your song
 Now I don't know what you want
 But you're looking at me
 And you're falling on the ground
 And you're twisting around
 [bad word] with my, my mind
 And I don't know what's going on

 Swing your song, twist it along
 As you slither up to me, and it's got to be
 And I don't know what you want to do
 Looking at me with your big dark eyes
 And [bad word] your body
 Twist
 Twist

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 Halloween
 Halloween
 Halloween
 Halloween
 Halloween
 Halloween