More than a knee-jerk reaction
More than a dimpled attraction
(Come to me) ... she's not right for you
Pretty, Summer tart seems brittle
Maybe an overdose of sheen
Welcome to darkness
Come and lose your soul, fall in love with Halloween
More than just a growl in the breeze
(I am) ... more than fiery tease
(Come to me) ... she's not right for you
Do you crush for Princess Sunshine
Or do you crave Witching Hour's Queen?
Welcome to darkness
Come and lose your soul, fall in love with Halloween
There's a reason why ghostly season is clever
Nothing here can die and I'll haunt you forever
Welcome to darkness
Come and lose your soul, fall in love with Halloween
(your) Trembling fingertips, crimson black ribbons
(my) Bloody-kiss lips, (Sweetness), you are forgiven
For turning-on to the ideal,... buzzkill maker
No one could be faker, she's so not right for you
Her fleeting brush aims fickle play
But my hooks tickle every day
Come to me, close, so close, so close
A razor couldn't slip between
Welcome to darkness
Come and lose your soul, fall in love with Halloween
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