A Month Dead

I, lie next to her in the bed
She's the kind of girl i'd like to wed
Nevermind the fact that she's, dead
It turns me on
It turns me on
Sure, she's a little cold to the touch
But that doesn't bother me, much
Because the embalmer did such a lovely, job
She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell
And now, I got her propped up in a chair
She's loosing her skin and her hair
And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare so, much, at, me
So much at me
Yeah, Rigamortis is taking its toll
And her body is as stiff as a pole
But I'll never put her back in the whole
I dug her from, I dug her from
She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell
I Love You