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Me, Myself And A Couple of Eyes
Twinkle Twinkle little eyeballs in a jar
I admire my next victim from afar
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea
blue eyes that don't even see me
I will follow him wherever he goes tonight
I have some medicine, he wont put up a fight
I will stab him in the neck with the syringe
that's when the real fun begins
I'll take him back to the garage
I'll be nice and give him a heart massage
with my bare hands I will feel it beat
he is already dead meat
before he passes away
we are going to play
organs that are still alive feel out of this world
I will be the first to admit I am the psycho neighbor girl
he slowly dies on the floor
I sit on top of him like a whore
I ready my four inch blade
I whisper in his ear "don't be afraid"
I trace the eyes with the tip of my knife
Its Exhilarating taking ones life
I want the eyes
before he dies
I collect the last thing they ever see
in most cases its my knife or me
his breathing slows down
that makes me frown
I make my first incision
I cut each eyelid with precision
I have one of his baby blues in my hand
So excited I can barely stand
I have a special jar for the blues
holding it as it starts to ooze
I wipe my hands on my pants
he shares a jar with my aunt
I straddle him, he still breaths
I let out a sigh of relief
I take the second eye slowly enjoying the moment
this must be his day of atonement
it pops out with that same awesome sound
his lifeless body lays on the ground
now I have four blue eyes in one jar
I drag his dead body to my car
I take him to the lake and watch him sink
while he goes under I sit back and think
there is still a color I need for my collection
I have to get ready for my next selection
I put the jar with four blue eyes next to my bed
I cant get his image out of my head
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea
blue eyes the only thing they see is me
I admire my next victim from afar
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea
blue eyes that don't even see me
I will follow him wherever he goes tonight
I have some medicine, he wont put up a fight
I will stab him in the neck with the syringe
that's when the real fun begins
I'll take him back to the garage
I'll be nice and give him a heart massage
with my bare hands I will feel it beat
he is already dead meat
before he passes away
we are going to play
organs that are still alive feel out of this world
I will be the first to admit I am the psycho neighbor girl
he slowly dies on the floor
I sit on top of him like a whore
I ready my four inch blade
I whisper in his ear "don't be afraid"
I trace the eyes with the tip of my knife
Its Exhilarating taking ones life
I want the eyes
before he dies
I collect the last thing they ever see
in most cases its my knife or me
his breathing slows down
that makes me frown
I make my first incision
I cut each eyelid with precision
I have one of his baby blues in my hand
So excited I can barely stand
I have a special jar for the blues
holding it as it starts to ooze
I wipe my hands on my pants
he shares a jar with my aunt
I straddle him, he still breaths
I let out a sigh of relief
I take the second eye slowly enjoying the moment
this must be his day of atonement
it pops out with that same awesome sound
his lifeless body lays on the ground
now I have four blue eyes in one jar
I drag his dead body to my car
I take him to the lake and watch him sink
while he goes under I sit back and think
there is still a color I need for my collection
I have to get ready for my next selection
I put the jar with four blue eyes next to my bed
I cant get his image out of my head
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea
blue eyes the only thing they see is me
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