Psychoromp Cippy

(Hook)
How nobody came to the graveyard?
Too early to lock it up
The ghosts are leaving the basement
At least according to Gaiman
There’s a bead of sweat on your forehead
Wipe it off and lay on the foam bed
Close the eyes, create a dream
While I set the mood lighting
Drifting away as I crawl from your legs
Turn it all off, we can get on (ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Woah
The heart beats slow
Freaky Friday show
With no windows
You bloom below
Aye, woah
How you know I won’t go psycho?
How you know I won’t go psycho?
Feeling like I took too much Tylenol
Enough to make me think wild thoughts
Let the first one exist while I’m raw
Let the first one exist while I’m raw
Go ‘head, do the psychoromp!
Go ‘head, do the psychoromp!