Lurch

I don't know your name
From my window
Do you lust for fame
Or forgiveness?
Well I'll give you everything you want
Well I'll give you everything you need
You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state
Go on home
You shouldn't be walking around on this day
Now you've stuffed your throat
You've walked on your burial ground
Oh, you'll draw the crowd
With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues
Your picture in my pocket, I'm obsessed with you
Oh sweetie there's no sense in crying
You're above them all
Barricade the door
You wear your skin so fresh
Your smell intoxicates
Little starlet