Demons in Bikinis Nightlab

I don't even care
I think about you with no hair
Demons and bikinis everywhere
I remember when the girls used to stare

I think about you all the time
Words are slipping from my mind
But I would leave you there
With bits of grasses in your hair
Yeah

I think of you with no clothes
I go where no one else knows
But this little ghost knows
That all those doors are now closed
They're closed