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She's creeping, crawling, whistling to you

Before you even really know what to do

You're running, pouncing, trying to get away

But her force will make you stay

Her sharp teeth, black eyes, dark red blood

Sharp screams, deadly voice, skin like mud

cracked lips, black hair, razor-sharp nails

Creepy, make you scream, skin so awfully pale

You'll try to escape, but there's nowhere to go

Despite her deadly crawl, ever so slow

Her voice lulls you in, to a most painful death

And when she's done with you, nothing will be left

Nothing

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