It was a sinful night, but such a sinless afternoon
She was razor sharp, but only at the tip of her shoe
She’s a morbid woman with a morbid point of view
She’s a morbid woman, aren’t you?
Her blood froze when she was out cold
Kissed her shoe, and I froze too
And my lifeless hue grows darker and darker cause of you
It was a simple night until the time it came to me
That if die tonight, I know who’d be in line to see
It’s my morbid woman, it don’t bother me
Cause she loves it, morbid, doesn’t she?
Blood footprints in the snow
Lead you to you-know-who
And it’s so fresh in my soul
That look of a black hole
She gives me the best most awful nights
The nights that end in a daze
And while the pain feels fine, it seems to be the smell that stays
On my morbid, woman, I’m not really fazed
Cause she loves it morbid anyway
She’s my morbid woman
Out like a light, she’s got me propped up all night, all night
And on the final night, that I spent with our good friend
She gave me the gut and stitched me back up at both ends
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