Hiding under my covers.
The creaks and cracks of this old house,
Leave me trembling in fear.
I hear a voice down the hall,
But I live here alone.
It seem to be heading this way,
Slowly creeping, ready to slip in my bed.
I feel a cold chill run up my spine,
A human hand pricking my skin.
Hairs on my neck stands up straight,
I begin to sweat and shake.
A voice whispers "I made you coffee,"
A calm comes over me.
It's my baby, she got up early,
Brought me breakfast in bed.
What a sweetheart she is,
I am a lucky man.
Always thinking of me,
Letting me give her all the love I have.
The creaks and cracks of this old house,
Leave me trembling in fear.
I hear a voice down the hall,
But I live here alone.
It seem to be heading this way,
Slowly creeping, ready to slip in my bed.
I feel a cold chill run up my spine,
A human hand pricking my skin.
Hairs on my neck stands up straight,
I begin to sweat and shake.
A voice whispers "I made you coffee,"
A calm comes over me.
It's my baby, she got up early,
Brought me breakfast in bed.
What a sweetheart she is,
I am a lucky man.
Always thinking of me,
Letting me give her all the love I have.
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