Dreams she makes, With craft so fine They tear the heart, And cloud the mind Chainsaw dreams, In jungles dark Hollywood dreams, Whimsome larks Her Zombie dreams, With skin of grey Dance in graveyards, And come what may She likes it spooky, He's such a fool She rose again, A sexy ghoul Her greatest dream, Is not a part Her inner self, So full of heart Deeds of truth, Soul so precious We heed her call, If she lets us ________________