Wake up, wake up, wake up,
Don't
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
Ah ha
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,

It's naughty
Very naughty
Necrophilia
Without a care
I'm compassionate about killing her
I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her
Cosmopolitans and cocaine and an occasional pill in her
When she spoke
I saw a spark
But it was dark so
I drove her home
When she died
Sexy suicide
Sweet nothings for the Nam
You feel where I'm coming from
Have no fear
Everything's is fine
My girl parties
All the time

Did you hear what I said
With this ring I do wed
A body in my bed
She was cool when I met her
But I think I like her better
Dead

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Hahahaha

The production is progressive
But the reason is retro
The cause of cold blooded murder
I named it neo-necro
I whisper in her ear
To hear an echo
Echo, co, co
I keep her
It's cheaper
I love too much to let go
We discussed over dinner how she would die
Before the day was done
So I caught just in time to have a little fun
And you could use a little sun
So scream and holler
Run and play
Wish you could die
Another day

Come back to see this house
Done what I could to revive
My soft side survived
Man
Thought you was alright
And she was alive

Hahahahaha
Hahahahaha

Writer : CALLAWAY, THOMAS / BURTON, BRIAN JOSEPH
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC