Dead Girl Walking

The demon queen of high school has decreed it
She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted
They'll hunt me down in study hall
Stuff and mount me on the wall
30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?

I don't have to stay and die like cattle
I could change my name and ride up to Seattle
But I don't own a motorbike
Wait, here's an option that I like
Spend these 30 hours gettin' freaky, yeah

I need it hard
I'm a dead girl walking
I'm in your yard
I'm a dead girl walking
Before they punch my clock
I'm snappin' off your window lock
Got no time to knock, I'm a dead girl walking

Veronica? What are you doing in my room?
Shh...

Sorry, but I really had to wake you
See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you
'Cause Heather says I got to go
You're my last meal on death row
Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities

Come on, tonight I'm yours
I'm your dead girl walking
Get on all fours
Kiss this dead girl walking
Let's go, you know the drill
I'm hot and pissed and on the pill
Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking

And you know, you know, you know
It's 'cause you're beautiful
You say you're numb inside
But I can't agree
So the world's unfair
Keep it locked out there
In here it's beautiful
Let's make this beautiful

That works for me, whoop

Yeah, full steam ahead
Take this dead girl walking (how'd you find my address?)
Let's break the bed
Rock this dead girl walking (I think you tore my mattress)

No sleep tonight for you
Better chug that Mountain Dew (okay, okay)
Get your ass in gear
Make this whole town disappear (okay, okay)

Slap me, pull my hair
Touch me there and there and there
And no more talking (no-oh-oh-oh)
Love this dead girl walking (whoa, whoa, hey, hey, yeah, yeah)

Love this dead girl walking (whoa, whoa, hey, hey, wait, wait)
Love this dead girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ow, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Crawford O'keefe, Kevin Conlin Murphy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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