-I want a corpse to love of my own,

A putrid rotting doll.

My own little hallowed out shell.

We'll dance for a spell,

And then I'll comb your hair.

I'll make-up your face,

It's such a disgrace.

I'll dress you in ruffles and lace.

I'll sing you a song,

For your lips know none.

And together we'll watch the sunset.

And when night creeps in, I'll lay you to rest,

amongst the frozen chicken and corn.

I'll tuck you in and lock the door,

And let you out come morn.

How perfect it would be!

Just my corpse and me!

We'd laugh like friends should.

I'd name you Sally,

And you'll never leave me.

You'll be with me until I die.

The suns bright today,

So I think we'll stay in and play.

Maybe watch a movie.

How perfect it would be!

Just my corpse and me!

If only you would believe.