My girls a bot.
With gears and clocks.
My girls a bot
wearing clogs with no socks.
Hair from head to toe
she nestles her gentle neck
Under moonlights embrace.
My girls a bot.

The Eiffel tower
looms under the moonlight.
Le loup sont hauringu.

My girls a bot
and her pets a wolf thats howling.
My girls a bot
and she hunts more scary things
like shadows on Asylum walls.
She waits for the sunlight to lit.
My girls a bot.

With a werewolf
as a pet she pup in sewer
under the moonlight hour.

She wears flowers,
her hair like golden sundrops.
She wears flowers
that bright out her small red eyes.
With spurs she rides the loupus
through empty asylum hallway.
She wear flowers.

And hides under The sunlight from the morning. The daylight comes.