Good little girl, Always picking a fight with me. You know that I'm bad, But you're spending the night with me. What... do you want... from my world? You're a good little girl.
Bad little boy. That's what you're acting like. I really don't buy That you're that kind of guy. And... if you are... Why do you want to hang out with me?
Don't you know I'm a villain? Every night, I'm out killing Sending everyone running like children? I know why you're mad at me. I got demon eyes... and they're looking right through your anatomy, Into your deepest fears. Baby, I'm not from here, I'm from the Nightosphere. To me, you're clear... transparent. You've got a thing for me, girl. It's apparent.