Miss Nightly spikes my carpet with her heels, then tears her beard off. Wrestles with my nervous pillow 'til it squeals - I turn the light off. Asked me "Would you like to know just how this feels?" Rather not. Leave me now. You are not what I asked for. Leave me now. Wanted daisy chains, Sherbert rain, A bit insane (Not this!) Miss Frankfurt Rows to Poland on my lawn. I'm going fetal. Asked me "Seen the Children of the Corn?" Just the sequel. Summons Valkyries - A swarm of bees. Give me please - The Beatles. Leave me now. This is not what I asked for. Leave me now. Wanted Satre, Parties, Something arty. Miss Sweep, he minces with a mop. Bursts into tears. I throw a tissue. Tell him though he's not my cup of cheer, it's not an issue. But the poor man chokes and cuts off both his ears. Shouts "I'll miss you!" You are not what I asked for. You are not what I asked for. You are not what I asked for