Dead Girls

I have been in this line of work for a long time
And I have never seen anything so strange
It’s so peculiar, it’s all so deranged
See for yourself now
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury
Step right up and view the freak
We caught him red-handed
Down by the morgue where he sleeps
And if you think that that’s disguisting
Well, wait ’til you hear this
I never could do it justice
So hear it in his own words

“Dead girls like me, dead girls like me
Can’t you see?”
“I don’t expect you to understand me
I am not an ordinary man
And I have seen things with these eyes
You’d never comprehend
See for yourself now
Take those ‘living’ women,
They have never shown me
Any kindness of any kind, no.
It’s not my fault I look this way
I try to talk to them, they look at me
They walk away, so really
Is it so strange that…

Dead girls like me, can’t you see?
Only dead girls like me.
Dead girls, like me, can’t you see?
Only dead girls, don’t walk away from me
Sad as it seems.
Have you ever tasted love like this, cool and smooth?
And have you ever been accepted, unconditionally?
Have you ever loved someone
Who didn’t hurt you, didn’t harm you?
There’s no pain and there’s no pressure,
No verbal humiliation,
There’s no fear, there’s no shame.
There’s no pulse!
So is it so strange?”

“Dead girls like me, can’t you see?
Only dead girls like me.
Dead girls, like me, can’t you see?
Only dead girls, don’t walk away from me
Sad as it seems.”

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