Monster Under My Bed
You threaten to swallow me
You're a four-lettered monster
With a three-lettered prize
You're lodged in my head and under my bed
Your bite can't be bigger than your bark…
Can it?
In every room and every cellar
Every inch
Your range is interstellar…oh no...
Make me, hate me
Enslave me, rape me
How can a thing so sweet come from you?
How can a taste so sweet belong to you?
You're wanting to judge me
Behind every great man
is a curious one wanting to get out
You're lodged in my head
And under my bed
In every church, at every steeple
You'll find these sorts of people
Make me, hate me
Enslave me, rape me
How can a thing so sweet come from you?
How can a taste so sweet belong to you?
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