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There is a monster under your bed With teeth razor sharp, eyes of glowing red And every time you lay down your sweet head He slips into your mind Your beautiful dreams is what he finds And with them he reassigns He turns them all to nightmares He wants you in despair Showing you the greatest of terrors It gives him the greatest rush When your so scared, your voice is hushed With your legs all turned to slush In your dearms he loves to hop To make you flip and flop On your sweetest dreams he just chops Every night you'll find him there Waiting to bring you only despair ******* from your lungs the air Showing you things that can be done We really has lots of fun Have you staring down the barrel of a Gatling gun So I suggest after your daily bread Before you scurry off to bed You make sure all your prayers are said There is no avoiding this nasty monster For all your fears he fosters All of your demons he will conjure He'll make sure when he's through, You'll need a psychiatric doctor.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
The Monster Under Your Bed
There is a monster under your bed With teeth razor sharp, eyes of glowing red And every time you lay down your sweet head He slips into your mind Your beautiful dreams is what he finds And with them he reassigns He turns them all to nightmares He wants you in despair Showing you the greatest of terrors It gives him the greatest rush When your so scared, your voice is hushed With your legs all turned to slush In your dearms he loves to hop To make you flip and flop On your sweetest dreams he just chops Every night you'll find him there Waiting to bring you only despair ******* from your lungs the air Showing you things that can be done We really has lots of fun Have you staring down the barrel of a Gatling gun So I suggest after your daily bread Before you scurry off to bed You make sure all your prayers are said There is no avoiding this nasty monster For all your fears he fosters All of your demons he will conjure He'll make sure when he's through, You'll need a psychiatric doctor.
Pauline_Morris
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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