Lyrics:

Let''s get a house, you and me and your 12 catsWe''ll put mirrors on the ceilingWe''ll have a bunk bed by the bathYou''ll line my mattress with nailsOne for every time something psycho came out of your mouthYour cavern eyes are preyingYour scarlet lips half sayingA sales pitch for the circus in your mindYoung lady, you''re scaring meYoung lady, you''re scaring meDumbbell right to the templeCarry me to your shrineDedicated to the prince of the last of your nine livesShe waited in the darkest corner all nightUntil I closed up shop, I turned out the lightsThen she begged for me to drive her homeI thought about the Kensington Strangler as I was about to say ''No''When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouseShe said, ''Park behind the hearse''I said, ''No need, get out and take your purse''Young lady, you''re scaring meYoung lady, you''re scaring meRemember that time you wrote me 200 lettersNever once to a single reply?Remember they all referenced a love that wasn''t real?Considering we talked maybe one or two timesYoung lady, you''re scaring meYoung lady, you''re scaring me