Mr Bundy

Hey there Mr. Bundy, Your wavy hair makes me feel alright. Your eyes pierce through me you see right through me. I'll do your will tonight. You feel my pulse, it's your impulse and if you'll lead I'll join your cult. I give up my will to fight. You're a disco star alright. Walking Lonely I see you're lonely, you won't see me until you're home. I'll be waiting All wet, unsatiated, but you won't be alone. I get high off your cries. I need to hear you cry. It makes me sad although I laugh, I'll call later tonight. Don't give up, you'll be so much more. So many fans and they'll adore you! Choke me and I'll be your whore! I don't think I can take it much more. Hey there Mr. Bundy, You write rock and roll songs. You live life in the fast lane and we all just play along. But how goes that bastard song? It hurts in blackness when my heads whacked but I still love you don't feel held back. I still want you for all you may lack. I control you and I'm your king, I want your submitting to everything! You want pressure? I'll show you pressure! Your morbid face, on my dresser! You'll stop stopping if you love me, you give up your everything to me! That was fun, I love a chase. Now you are finished, what a waste. I'll move on now. I can't quit. If nobody knows then they can't throw a fit! I shake when I think of you. My only friend is in a glass. You've been given a second chance, may God grant this your last.