Lyrics
Oh what? A gal! (A gal! Gal!)
She seems such a perfect victim
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt
She's guilty
Ordinarily, I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her
But such beauty inspires one
To give the gift of murder
She's the kind of girl you want to run up and tackle
Through a window some floors up
And spatter you both to hell
Come and get it your stuffed bunny's at the window
But not that far out, reach little one! Reach!
Tantalized a child is want to
Take a ill-considered
Course of action; such is life
Is experience not bitter?
Leaning too far
Out the open attic casement window
Baby plummets
To a messy death not so far below
Rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass
Fading screams and abruptly
Defenestration!
Written by: Cryptopsy
