Ooooo
There goes our youth
I'd say I was sorry
But its not true
Or maybe thats not for you to know
I want you to live and let ghost
We'll stay in a little haunted house
With children of clay
We are the perfect middle lane spouses
With matching button eyes
Ooooo
We'll walk deserted streets
Our ghouls and our goblins will have weekly meets
Where we share stories of family
And no will mind our transparency
We'll talk about our little haunted house
And children of clay
We'll seem the perfect middle lane spouses
With matching button eyes
And oooo well have roses
Left on the dirt of the site
And we'll met there every night
Cause we have the rest of our non lives