Feels like a heart stab whenever you are near The sweet taste of sugar The sweet taste of fear A stab in the heart By Katie's snaky smile A kill with no purpose Beyond just killing time
Then she speaks, sadly smiles, Stains of blood on her jeans Telling lies on wet Monday nights
On night times in Elm Street Kate's only dancing alone Like a young Sharon Stone
She says, boy can't you sleep All wrapped up in your sheets Soaked in liquid dreams
On night times in Elm Street Love's almost real for a while At least for tonight