Lyrics:

I lie next her in the bed,
She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed,
Never mind the fact that she's dead,
It turns me on. It turns me on.

Sure, She's a little cold to the touch,
But that doesn't bother me much,
Because the embalment's such,
A lovely job. A lovely job.

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell,
But if loving a corpse is a sin...
I'll See you in hell.

And now, I've got her propped up in a chair,
She's losing her skin and her hair,
And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare,
so much at me. So much at me.

Yeah, rigamortis has taken it's toll,
And her body is as stiff as pole,
But I'll never put her back in the hole,
I dug her from. I dug her from.

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell,
But if loving a corpse is a sin...
I'll See you in hell.

I love you