Death In Her Room - Bertine Zetlitz

There’s death in her room

You can probably see it

The way both her dogs

Have been staring at me yeah

There’s death in her room

But it probably melts down to nothing

There’s death in her room

Where there used to be toys yeah

Enough to go 'round

For the girls, for the boys yeah

There’s death in her room

But it probably melts to nothing

'cause my baby likes to get undressed

My baby needs to be possessed

My baby so tender my baby

There’s death in her room

And it blends with the noise yeah

She always receeds with it

Heck of a poise yeah

There’s death in her room

But it probably melts down to nothing

'cause my baby likes to get undressed

My baby needs to be possessed

My baby so tender my baby yeah

My baby warlocks in her ear

My baby needs to be aware

My baby so tender my baby yeah

My baby loves to get undressed

(she needs to be possessed in her room)

My baby warlocks in her ear

My baby needs to be aware

My baby so tender my baby yeah

My baby likes to get undressed

My baby needs to be possessed

My baby so tender my baby

Death in her room

You can probably see it

The way both her dogs

Have been staring at me

Yeah there’s death in her room

But it probably melts down to nothing