My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
it's a song, but unfortunately can't find the link just now
My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 31, 2008
Every night me and my baby fight over the remote
She wants to watch election news
I yawn, "Not now honey
That just makes me snooze
I wanna see Forensic Files, Most Evil and Deranged"
She finds that scary and a little strange
Mutilated, decapitated, look at the brain splatter
I'm totally fascinated
Honey, come and watch
Hey - what's the matter?
But she runs from the room in abject horror
She likes Project Runway not Jeffrey Dahmer
My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
She cries Oh No No No
They have got to go go
It's not fair to me
I'll be having nightmares
From all of these True Crime Shows
Please have pity!
Torture Murder Mayhem, gooey pools of blood
Didn't the downstairs neighbor
Hear the bullet riddled body thud?
One guy gouged out eyeballs
Another sawed off feet
Some kooks cooked up Victim Stew
When they sat down to eat
Sweetheart, don't look Hide your eyes behind a book
Before they show where the headless torso lies
Put fingers in your ears, I don't want you to hear
How that poor old lady dies!
My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
She cries On No No No
They have got to go go
It's not fair to me
I'll be having nightmares
From all of these True Crime Shows
Please have pity!
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