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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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