Creeper

My creeper

She came to me

Two nights before midsummers eve

White boots

A gat in hand

She gunned me down

And I’m yet to land

My creeper

only came for me

My creeper

She stares at me

She flashes smiles

Whilst brushing knees

Beneath Bombay seas

There’s not a soul

Who doesn’t know

That Im tuned in to her creepy show

My creeper

I think you were made for me

So come on down

Don’t be the trophy wife

Put your dagger to the side

And pick the white bread life

Just me and you, forever

Doesn’t that sound nice?

Won’t you leave your living hell

For a simple guy?

My creeper

She says she's bored of me

The butterflies and hungry eyes

Didn’t last the week

So what am I supposed to do

Now she’s gone colder than a winter moon

My creeper

I can’t believe that you've done this to me

So come on down

Don’t be the trophy wife

Put your dagger to the side

And pick the white bread life

Just me and you, forever

Doesn’t that sound nice?

Won’t you leave your living hell

For a simple guy?

So come on down

Don’t be the trophy wife

Put your dagger to the side

And pick the white bread life

Just me and you forever

Doesn’t that sound nice?

Won’t you leave your living hell

For a simple guy?