She crept in the night
Loneliness in her eyes
The woods her only love
Acceptance and comfort is what she needs
Regret is what she feels
Weeping as she feeds
Oh, her sinister grin
Rusty color on her lips
Take me! Take me!
They said
Take me! Take me!
Yeah... That's what they said
Morning light comes in
Convince victims to let her in
Stay for awhile
The venomous smell
Aphrodisiac
Oh, the aroma
Delicious and alluring
One bite can't be to bad
She thought! She thought!
Yeah.... That's what she thought
Night again
She begins to creep
Into her loneliness in the woods
All she needed was
Acceptance and comfort...
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