Party Girls

My fingers brush your lips on

On a cold day in June

I won't forget anything

I disregard every action

Between me and you

On days that shine

And days that gloom

There's a bat on my neck

And it's a big one

It's got your number

It's got mine too

And it'd be quite content to feast on you

He's crawling

He's crawling on my neck

Then he spoke to me

"Horror"

Oh you be so scared

It wasn't what I thought it was t first

Oh you be freaking out boy

There's a bat on my neck

I be freaking out

There's a bat on my neck

But it's not a f**king bat

I'm a son of a bitch