Jazzybell

Took a deep long stare in her eyes
Shoulda kept on walking and passed her by
When I talked to her I came to know
Behind those frames, no one was home

Like a skeleton that put on skin
She might make you confess your sins
You find yourself in a demon spell
She'll cast you out, Jezebel

Trust me you don't want to be seen
She'll make a service call to your house
Covered in plastic and paper towels

We passed by her door
Twelve coats of paint or more
I took a step to hear...
The sound of Gospel near

She doesn't know we laugh
At her fanatic tune
Getting a little bored
We should leave soon

Listen to the chant
Oh listen to her scream
Senile exorcist
Can't get a hold of me

She got her gloves
She's got the moves
Gonna get those
Demons outta you

She's got the stage
You've got the script
Looks like she crawled
Straight out a crypt

What the hell does she want with me
Shoulda kept runnin' and tried to flee
When I heard her voice I shivered too
She's done with me, she'll come for you

Like a skeleton that can only grin
She'll take your head and make it spin
Like an angel that came straight outta hell
She'll burn you down, Jezebel

Trust me you don't want to be seen
She'll make a service call to your house
Covered in plastic and paper towels



Credits
Writer(s): Ari Tsoupeis
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