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Penelope Scott

Halloween In July

 

Halloween In July

(альбом: Goblin Hours - 2019)


Well, there's a lot of trees in the woods
Maybe among them there's a pair of wild wide eyes
You never cross my path like you should
I must miss you almost every time I go outside

I hear you sharpen your knife
You keep me up at night
You watch me turn off my lights
What a fright, what a delight
On Halloween in July

What a surprise
Knock on my window
Did it cross your mind
That I might let you inside
On Halloween in July?

I don't give a fuck if you think Richard Ramirez is cute
His breath smelled like ass and he ate that girl's yogurt after he fucking killed her
He can honestly eat my dick, like fuck that guy *Laugh*

The sheriff is coming, the sheriff is here
He drives his car up and down my street
The neighbors don't call on authority for much 'round here
Certainly not the rustling leaves

But she made an exception
'Cause she had a suspicion
That something in the forest was wrong
So he checked on up on us
Checked on the chickens
He got back in the car and he drove along
Halloween in July

(Did it cross your mind that I might let you inside on Halloween in July?)

I'm not scared of him
Not fucking scared, no I'm not scared
Absolutely not, what are you gonna do?
You gonna stay with me in a parking garage?
Fuck you, you should be scared of me

It's hit on the highway with my windows down
Blaring music while I floor it and swerve
And you could get me right then if you wanted an end
But you don't seem to have the nerve
Maybe it's not about nerve it's about how it gets done
I catch a glimpse of you but when I look back you're gone
You catch my eye
And then you run and hide
On Halloween in July

And there's a lot of trees in the woods
But I can still feel your eyes on me from way out there
I face the window to change for bed
I face away from you to put up my hair
You strain to hear my breath
Over the sound of death
Over the bats that live in my walls (Oh, I'm so small)

Footsteps down the hall
Halloween in July
What a delight
Ask me nicely
Did it cross your mind
That I might let you inside
On Halloween in July?

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