Letra de 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 A lovely job She's a month dead and she's 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 losing her skin and her hair And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare So much at me So much at me Yeah, Rigor mortis is taking its toll And her body is as stiff as a pole But I'll never put her back in the hole I dug her from I dug her from She's a month dead and she's starting to smell But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell