Wicked Little Thing...that she is
a twisted tale
There she stood with an axe in her hand,
the wicked little thing that she is...
She didn't no she died last week,
buried but came back to life,
now she walks among the dead,
wicked little thing that she is...
Dressed all in black,
blood running down her dress.
She's looking for her boyfriend,
that made her dead.
She is no longer herself,
she doesn't have a soul within herself,
wicked little thing that she is...
She became a zombie,
just wondering the land,
looking for her boy friend,
that made her dead.
She thinks I will find him home,
and cut off his head,
he won't no what hit hit him.
I will destroy him,
as he destroyed me.
Wicked little thing that she is...
By starstruck13
© 2008 starstruck13
(All rights reserved)
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