By Manuel Newton
Her hair was long, her dress, tight,
I knew right away it would be quite a night,
With her nails painted black and lips, red,
The kind of woman that could knock ya dead.
I met her at the graveyard, all dressed in black.
She crept up behind me and tapped me on the back,
I turned around to face her, her pretty starry eyes,
Went right through me like a murderer with a knife.
I fell in love immediately; you know love at first bite,
I guess I underestimated the evil demon’s bite.
She cried like the devil, when the moon shined bright,
She sprouted fangs and claws, a really gory site,
With hair all over, and murder on her mind,
I knew I’d be the victim of this evil demon’s rhyme.