as i dream about movies they won't make of me when i'm dead -

rīts ir mūžīgs, apgulies pirms iešanas, mēs neesam pāris, mēs esam pālis, naivas maukas, nelaid dziļāk, tima bērtona dzejoļgrāmatiņa saka tā:

''her skin is white cloth/and she's all sewn apart/and she has many colored pins/sticking out of her heart

she has a beautiful set/ of hipno-disk eyes/the ones that she uses/to hypnotize guys

she has many different zombies/who are deeply in her trance/she even has a zombie/ who was originally from france

but she knows she has a curse on her/a curse she cannot win/ for if someone gets/too close to her,

the pins stick further in.''