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brown is the color of your beautiful hair
velvety smooth, a lengthy beautiful jungle, and fair
the calm, green color of your sweet eye
which set my lonely, heart a fly
I find it natural easy to you, to talk
especially durring our lovely, eve' time walk
My Sleeping Beauty

there lay your favorite, orange eve time dress
it lay in a beautiful small mess
you wore it on our eve' time walk
our walk past the elegant park clock
and there lay your eve' time flower
the midnight hibiscus, it sweet smell, not sour
My Sleeping Beauty

in your room adorned with many a lovely flower
never could my mood be sour, or dower
I spot the one I gave you, your favorite flower of all
from it a soft pettal does gently fall
I walk across the room to the flower
in my shadow, the midnight hibiscus appears to cower
My Sleeping Beauty

"whats wrong, my sweet smelling flower, dear?"
I know it is I that the midnight hibiscus does fear
"is it because I only come out at night?"
"Is that the reason! Is that right!"
"Is it that I drink the suckulant blood of man?"
"Are you not one of my many fan?"
My Sleeping Beauty

Time to wake you from your lovely sleep
from that I'm sure your kin will surely weep
onto you i make death somthing infernal
now I make your life with me, eternal
I put my mouth upon your sweet neck
I lay a kiss but only a light peck
My Sleeping Beauty

I step back for one last lovely peek
of the pink color in your cheek
it will be gone like a flower's bud
now I drink the crimson red blood
Of My Sleeping Beauty

She wakes up next to me in a cold sweat
I ask what's wrong,nothing being the best bet
she tells me of what she saw almost screaming
I laugh and tell her she is dreaming
and she then dismisses it and goes for a shower and check
I smile revealing fangs, and glance at her neck
my eyes turn a blood red hue, as lovely as a dove
and i see too little bumps on the neck of
My Sleeping Beauty