Foodbaby - Little Morbid One

You've got a morbid streak a mile wide
Every time the telephone rings you know that somebody must have died
You get a letter and you're sure that it's bad news
Every time the doorbell rings you know that somebody's gonna get the blues

Let me hold you baby, let's go have some fun
I'd like to ease your worried mind, my little morbid one

You've got a rabbit's foot and a mojo hand
Keep a lookout for the evil eye, but you still think you're gonna step in quicksand

Let me hold you baby, your burden weighs a ton
I'd like to ease your worried mind, my little morbid one

I've got the little death upon my mind
But the big one's all you can think about all of the time

The reaper's lurking 'round every corner, let's steal away and run
I'll let you drive the getaway car, my little morbid one
Let me hold you baby, let's go have some fun
I'd like to ease your worried mind, my little morbid one

Written by:
Benjamin Scheindlin

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