Elizabeth Bathory
Bathory, Bathory
Come take a bath with me
I hear it's a cure for asthma.
Bathory, Bathory
Please scrub my back for me
And do not pee in the plasma.
Bathory, Bathory
Take off your hat for me
Hang out with me on the piazza.
Bathory, Bathory
Lay down and nap with me
That might erase my miasma.
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