Naughty little thing.

I hate you okay! Is that what you wanna hear me say?

Chills run up my back, I saw the blood and I almost had a heart attack,

I'm just a human being, one who's a naughty little thing,

So you might of guessed, hitting you with that guitar wasn't me at my best,

He just wouldn't shut up! I sat there angrily pulling apart a styrofoam cup,

I guess this kinda love is toxic, he's hypoxic,

Just always pushing that mood swing, but not with this girl.. this naughty little thing,

He's turning bluer than his eyes! Perhaps I should work on some alibis,

Cause there's no waking him from deaths slumber, your number is your number,

Now I need to hide his body quickly,
Before the smell makes me feel sickly,

But with you gone I can only imagine the peace it will bring, got no conscience cause I'm a naughty little thing,

So I wait for nights embrace, to cover me up and hide my face,

As soon as it's dark, he's in the trunk and I'm in the woods behind the park,

Digging deeper and deeper, tonight you belong to the reaper!!

There's mud all over from it being spring, once again you see I'm a naughty little thing,

Now I didn't mean to be so rough, but you know enough is enough,

It wasn't part of any kinda plan, I didn't want to have to detail the van,

But here we are, me burying you with your guitar,

I toss it in and break a string, cause yes darling I'm a naughty little thing,

Then next thing you know I'm at the store buying bleach, but it's on the top shelf out of reach,

Eventually someone gets it for me, so I take it and flee,

Now I'm at the house, scrubbing quietly like a mouse,

And I know that this betrayal must sting, but by now I'm sure you know I'm a naughty little thing,

Finally done, time to make my move and go on the run,

Not that anyone would miss you, I even had a hard time forcing myself to kiss you,

You just wouldn't let me go! So this is your fault I hope you know!

Sunrise is coming now and I hear the birds sing, you were never going to make me love you cause babe I'm a naughty little thing.


C.