She's a monster through and through,
She bare ****** and true.
She will think of him
Day and night,
Her Boogie Man isn't here tonight.
She calls for him helplessly,
Searching desperately.
He is gone,
Off in the distance.
Dare she speak what she has to say?
No, no he might run away.
Slowly she resides alone to her den.
Dreaming of her Boogie Man,
"Maybe one day he'll eat me up, and
He'll come outside just to play"
But I am the monster for today
And won't my Boogie Man come and stay?