Necrophilia

He was there watching while I was being buried;
Death came so early, we were going to marry;
He said he didn't love me, I guess he loved my body;
He came back to cemitery...
He came back to cemitery...

Necrophilia, sweet necrophilia;
I’m jealous ‘cause now he’s kissing my dead lips…
Necrophilia, sweet necrophilia;
I’m dead, but now he’s touching my hips, he’s touching my hips…
Necrophilia, I wish I could feel this…
Oh, why can’t I feel this ?

He didn’t want me while I was alive
Necrophilia sounds like love this time
Since the start, I knew he should be mine
I can’t feel him, but that’s all right
He’s making me his girl tonight
He’s making me his girl tonight

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