You got your H. P. Lovecraft Your Edgar Allan Poe You got your unkind of ravens And your murder of crows
Catty eyelashes and your Dracula cape Been flashing triple A passes At the cemetery gates
'Cause you're so dark, babe But I want you hard You're so dark, babe
You're so dark You're so dark You're so dark
And you're so mysterious Got that obsession with death I saw you driving your Prius And even that was Munster Koach-esque
You watch Italian horror and you listen to The Scores Leather-clad and spike collar I want you down on all fours
'Cause you're so dark, babe But I want you hard You're so dark, baby
I know you're nothing like mine 'Cause she's walking on Sunshine And your love would tear us apart And I know I'm not your type 'Cause I don't shun the daylight But baby, I'm willing to start
(Ooh)
You're so dark
Got your H. P. Lovecraft (Lovecraft) Your Edgar Allan Poe (Poe) Got your unkind of ravens (Ravens) Got your murder of crows
You're so dark, babe But I want you hard You're so dark, baby But I want you hard You're so dark, oh But I want you hard You're so dark, baby
Compositor: Alexander David Turner (PRS)Editor: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2013ECAD verificado obra #10729072 e fonograma #5824438 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM