Cereal Killer

Cambodia had a dude, his name was Pol Pot,
Germany's Hitler had a soul of rot.
I felt really lucky with my serial killer Scott.
 
He wasn't so bad in a dark kind of way,
I snatched little naps while he was gone for the day.
He kept other killers and villains at bay.
 
He killed my neighbor with a lump of coal,
His calling card for his mean, evil soul
Was a cereal bowl....
 
He ran over Jim who owned the ice rink,
Strangled some kid who was really a fink -  
Then kindly told me I looked pretty in pink.
 
What else could I do but love him?