I watch her crawl in from her window
I stand in the corner waitin so paitently
I may not be her worst nightmare
but when I leave she will dream of me
I stand over her sleeping body
I dream of her sleeping as a corpse
inside my closet she will remain
until the cops come in and kick down my front door
You are my teenage wet dream
I am dreaming of your
I watching your breathin
what are you dreamin?
I lay beside you
I feel inside you
you wake up screamin
you are just dreamin
but now this dream has turned into a nightmare
You are my teenage wet dream
I am dreaming of your corpse
The blood on your hands
It looks like roses
I smile at your wound
my own work of art
you slowly bleed out
then I drag you out of your window
and off to your new home
You are my teenage wet dream
I am dreaming of your
You are my teenage wet dream
I am dreaming of your corpse
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