Zombie Prostitute

I was alone, and I needed a date
 I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate
 When I saw a sign that said
 "For a good time take a left down at Tombstone Number 8"
 Went through the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I
 Saw some eyes peepin' out of a sepulcher,
 I took a step into the Tomb of Ill Repute
 That's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute
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 I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
 I said, "go down," but she didn't have the stomach for it
 Her teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
 But all in all, she was a rotten kind cute.
 While I was tense, it was plain to see
 A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
 I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
 I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me.
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 Morally, I'm destitute
 In the Tomb of Ill repute
 She's a rotten kinda cute
 For a Zombie Prostitute.
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 Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes,
 I don't know which of my organs is the next to go
 I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease
 Wouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie Gigolo
 I took my first client on a date
 We took a walk to the cemetery gate
 I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip
 I pulled it out, and I said..."baby, keep the tip"
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 Morally, I'm destitute
 In the Tomb of Ill repute
 She's a rotten kind'a cute
 For a Zombie Prostitute.