There's death in her room
You can probably see it
The way both her dogs
FM7
There's death in her room
But it probably melts down to nothing
There's death in her room
'cause my baby likes to get undressed
My baby needs to be possessed
My baby, so tender
My baby
There's death in her room
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)
(Refrão)
There's death in her room
You can probably see it
The way both her dogs
FM7
There's death in her room
But it probably melts down to nothing