Zombie Prostitute

>Be Norman
>School has been really dead today
>None of your friends showed up
>Noone called you a racist
>nothing
>friday as well
>you were alone and you needed a date
>you were taking a walk past the cemetary gate
>when you saw a sign that said for a good time, take left down at tombstone number 8
>went through the gateway and you're pretty sure you saw some eyes peepin' out of a "sepulture"
>you took a step down the tomb off ill repute
>that's where you met her
>the zombie prostitute
>you grabbed her left breast, and you're pretty sure you tore it
>you said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it
>Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
>But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a cute.
>While you were tense, it was plain to see
>A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over you
>you didn't want to see it, but you just had to believe it
>you had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a ye.

>Morally, you're destitute
>In the Tomb of Ill repute
>She's a rotten kind'a cute
>For a Zombie Prostitute.
>Now you're fallin' apart from yer head down to your toes, you don't know
>Which of yer organs is the next to go
>you've been such a sleaze since she gave ye the disease
>Wouldn't you know, now you're a Zombie Gigolo
>you took yer first client on a date
>you took a walk to the cemetery gate
>you got under her slip, but then, ou heard a rip
>you pulled it out, and you said..."baby, keep the tip"

>Morally, you're destitute
>In the Tomb of Ill repute
>She's a rotten kind'a cute
>For a Zombie Prostitute