Crawlin' up my legs
Tryin' to get a little taste
You sink your teeth in my thigh
I scream for joy
I say oh my
Blood drippin' off your mouth
You ask me why I like it
Girl you outta know
You're not just dead, but you're a psychic
You're trying to look inside my brain
But you're not caring what I think
Just so that you could have a feast
And now you're causing all this pain
(Whoa oh oh pain)
-Zombie Girl