Good little girl, always picking a fight with
me. You know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night
with me. Why do you run from my world? You're a good
little girl.
Bad little boy, that's what you're acting like. I
really don't buy that you're that kind of guy. And if you
are… why do you want to hang out with me?
Don't you know I'm a villain?
Every night I'm out killin', sendin' everyone runnin'
like children. I know why you're mad at me. I've got
demon eyes and they're lookin' right through your
anatomy, into your deepest fears. Baby, I'm not from
here. I'm from the Nightosphere. To me you're clear,
transparent. You've got a thing for me girl. It's
apparent.
