A Ghost Style

Don’t make me splash cold water on my face

Though Dotty and me raised from the same tree

Don’t make me slide out of your pages

Like she slipped down of his sheet

Don’t make me kill the things I’ve already killed

Don’t make me see what she has seen

You can talk me in that we’re okay

You can walk me in some other guy’s gallery

Still I walk out taking the arm of Mr. Past

And there I go my ghost style

Dance away like for a mile

Then four little steps back

And I am having my smile

So don’t make me split my heart a part

Don’t make me transform these tears in ice

Seeing her entering on 26

Well there’s her Arthur King

And the joke’s on the chick that is actress

I said I will go as far as I can

Though you say it’s not the stair

That will direct me to your way

Just like her will I beg for directing me to hell

Where I go my ghost style

Dance away like for a mile

Then four little steps back

And I am having my smile

Don’t make me love you for Judas

Don’t make me take a pet called Onan

A scientist of the bright smiles

You said the kitchen work is made by Walter’s dad

And you said he and you here have all you need

But I can’t seem to disappear through your red wall

I can’t seem I can’t seem I can’t seem

To find a button to download your loves

Where I go my ghost style

Dance away like for a mile

Then four little steps back

And I am having my smile

Still paging some other guy’s gallery

For a supper they’ve served my paper heart

No not entering just leaving

Yours and Wallies paradise

My ghost style

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