Lucretia
Sitting up late at nightI tiptoe through the darknessCold as hell, black as spadesAware of my immediate surroundingIn my place, I escapeUp into my hideoutHiding from everyone,My friends all sayDave, you're mental any way, hey!Drift into a deeper stateStalk the cobwebbed stairwaysDirt grits beneath my feetThe stair creaks, I precariously sneak, yeah!
Hypnosis guides my handI slip-slide through the walkwaysSit in Granny's rocking chairMemories are whirling by, yeah!Reminisce in the atticLucretia waits impatientlyCobwebs make me squintThe cobra so eloquently glintsMoonbeams surge through the skyThe crystal ball is energizedSurely that, like the catWaiting, Lucretia rocks away
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