Frills Van Der Ville - Heloise

I am a bat;

I make heart attacks

I dance to violyns with creepy-crawly black cats

killed on a carousel;

I murdered them as well

Their eyes two black holes in a space that is rotting well

I do say young sir, if I may:

I come out at night;

I can not stand the day

Be warned, I’m not one to mess with

Poison apples I’m here to mourn

Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets

Scars and daggers

Don’t mess with Frills Van Der Ville

Sink those teeth in, my dear you look so thin

Those boney fingers looking like the death

I’m feeling rather caged in, my lions dead within a Jack-O-Lantern

Dead girls dance the cancan

In with the old, and out with the in

Burlesque is back and it’s best served with gin

Be warned, I’m not one to mess with

Poison apples I’m here to mourn

Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets

Scars and daggers

Don’t mess with Frills Van Der Ville

We are the dead on the full moon with head

Burns and tears from your Grandmother’s bed

The skin is green and we are rarely seen

Out passed the sunlight we have never been

all have fun, because we are dead.

dead.

dead.

Be warned, I’m not one to mess with

Poison apples I’m here to mourn

Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets

Scars and daggers

Don’t mess with Frills Van Der Ville