Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2

She's got no soul, heart black as coal She's from Hollywood Forever, dug her out of a hole And here we go again, spinnin' me in her web She said "There's just no rest for the queen of the dead" Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams Gonna rot her teeth cause I'm so sweet One lick to rule them all They crumble as they crawl She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me She loves me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype 'Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type She's got a temper in stock, made of hemlock Uses absinthe as a lip gloss Death hawk, fresh New Rock's She'll use your corpse as a catwalk She'll use your corpse as a catwalk Plays truth or dare in the mirror Uses absinthe as a lip gloss Undead, but won't shed a tear She's my graveyard baby She's my She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me She loves me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype 'Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type D-E-A-D If she's got a pulse, then she's not my type --- Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2 - Motionless in White