Deathwhisker

Death whisk her away
It isn't working out
She is a table in a restaurant
But she doesn't take reservations
She is a fleck, she is the cutest speck
But she won't get dusted up
She once had a corpse of her dumb old dumb self
Fa, fa, fa, she liked him
I talked to the man, a nice type dance man
Who helped her carry it out
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"

Death whisked her away
It wasn't working out
She was the one, the juicy one
You said all your pervert things to
She was the one, the limber one
Who always let you in
I talked to the man, a nice type dance man
Who helped her carry it out
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"
He said "It's pretty, but it's very, very heavy"