Bertine Zetlitz

here's death in her room
you can probably see
*yeah - *the way both her dogs
have been staring at me
*yeah - *there's death in her room
but it p*robablyamounts down* to nothing
there's death in her room
where there used to be toys
*yeah - enough* to go round
for the girls, for the boys
*yeah - there's* death in her room
but it *probably amounts down* to nothing
*'cos my baby
likes to get undressed
my baby needs to be possessed
my baby so tender
my baby*
there's death in her room
and it blends with the noise
y*eah - she always receives with
impeccable poise*
yeah - there's death in her room
but it *probably amounts down* to nothing
*'cos my baby
likes to get undressed
my baby
needs to be possessed
my baby so tender
my baby *
*my baby
warlocks in her hair
my baby
needs to be aware
my baby
so slender - my baby yeah*
*my baby loves to get undressed
my baby loves to get undressed
my baby loves to get undressed
she needs to be possessed
in her room
in her room
she needs to be possessed
in her room
she needs to be possessed in her room)*
*'cos my baby
likes to get undressed
my baby
needs to be possessed
my baby so tender
my baby *
*my baby
warlocks in her hair
my baby
needs to be aware
my baby
so slender - my baby yeah*