Marie lives in the old tunnel of love
Sleeping on a gondola for a bed
Endless noise from Cupid, that crazy dove
Things would be peachy if she wasn't dead
Drowned in the tunnel without her beau
She's forever in the place of death
Girl's final words were a loud plea "No!"
With her frills and curls, she took a last breath
In her nice Sunday clothes, she searches for noise
Trying to scare any small thrill seeker she finds
Her favorite to scare are little boys
Leaving a terrible thought on their minds
At least Cupid will always be her friend
'Cause who knows when her slice of hell will end