A pin prick , that makes her sick
Blood runs dry as dust
I'll hold your hand , and be your man
This loving lie, another name for lust

her dress is torn and dirty
this girl all dressed in black
i whisper silly nothings
In the ear that's not attached

Her blue lips turn to smile
The eyes no longer there
My pretty little doll-e
Her hollow vacant stare

Razor hips, blood that drips
I was her candy man
candy lips,with carved up tits
she whispered "catch me if you can"

My candy coated little doll
Turns my sweet tooth on
I lick her jell-o insides out
I will miss her when she's gone