He’s got style, in a tall, dark, handsome way.
Ice cold smile, but he melts my tension away
Hot kiss, cool lips, so distant together
I can’t resist… No regrets, hold your breath,
On inside, he’s dead…
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My Zombie Boyfriend
He lives in pieces… a puzzle to put together in my free time
Is he even there, is he anywhere?
Just another empty stare inhabiting my world
Sound the alarm! I can’t save my
Zombie Boyfriend

He’s so smooth, in a hot fudge sundae way
Ice cold touch, it’s hard to drag myself away
Time’s up. Game over, the lifeline has flattened
I can’t go on… If I could  then I would
But he’s misunderstood…
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