Mystery Woman got my soul [x4]
Well here's a terror tainted tale on a foggy moonless night, when evil became my bride
Well I bleed and I bleed on my wailing sounds she feeds, that mystery woman of mine
Well that mystery woman's taken my soul, Well that mystery woman's blood runs cold
She's got a cemetery in her closet, took my soul as a deposit, mystery woman's got my soul
She's got crimson lips and a poison heart, She'll pry your peepers from your skull
She's got cold black eyes and pale thighs, into the darkness we go
Well that mystery woman's taken my soul, Well that mystery woman's blood runs cold
She's got a cemetery in her closet, took my soul as a deposit, mystery woman's got my soul [x2]
She's a parasite that feeds on anything that bleeds, I feel all spooky inside
She's a terror totin' mamma with a price upon my head, that darkness damsel of mine
Well that mystery woman's taken my soul, Well that mystery woman's blood runs cold
She's got a cemetery in her closet, took my soul as a deposit, mystery woman's got my soul
That mystery woman's got my soul [x2]
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