Contest Frankenstein
Frankenstein tea party
As I sit with cigarette and one hand and my drink in the other
Frankenstein wonder around to his guess as a zombie in distress
My razor nails sharp as kings Arthur sword.
My outfit as dark night as a vampire I'll never be
Creepiest outfits walk around me.
I forgot that's what Halloween always be.
I hear the echo of my lover creeks
Like Zeus my one and only.
The music playing as loud as can be
Frankenstein comes to me, ask if the party is the best I expected it would be.
I said Yes, where else would I be.
Frankenstein tea party. As strange as it will always be.
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