Dont stand close
although you might
dont you know
I have a vicious bite
Fangs at the ready
wild mood swings
didnt I warn you?
I'm an evil thing
run away run away
into the night
run fast run far
Cause I'm ready to bite
be good and say your silly prayers
Look under your bed
behind the stairs
I'll be lurking in your head.
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