I want a fucking cadillac
revving the motor of my 67 lada
i couldn't be happier to be out of me casa
4 of the floor nothing could go wrong
a perfect stormy night a stormy night
she said come on in, you don't have to ring
oh by the graveyard she'll make you a king
when i see her purple, green, eyes
i don't want to leave her far by my side
she my devil
every single time
we pass by the graveyard
on a stormy night
like she said to my buddy who's dead
don't be to loud when your car breaks down
every time we pass by the graveyard
every time she want's to eat my brains out
by my side
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