Not a Vampire
Red sticky stuff upon my lips
Is strawberry jam
The razor teeth I'm sharpening
Are toy fake fangs
I dress in swish black velvet suits
So I look smart
Nobody's tried to drive a stake
Into my heart
You say that crosses bother me
Well that's not true
The only bats I've ever known
Are at the zoo
I'm cool with mirrors in my house
And garlic's fine
That zombie living down the street's
No mate of mine
As I won't sunbathe on the beach
My skin's snow white
I promise you I'm sound asleep
Before midnight
Thick fog around my castle
Is a morning mist
Count Dracula is fictional
He don't exist
No need to cover up your neck
When you meet me
I wouldn't drink your human blood
I'd opt for tea
Those trips to Transylvania?
I've never been
I'm really NOT a vampire
It’s just your bad dream