Now itsy bitsy titsy,
Quit when I wasn't through.
I found a place to keep her hid,
Where nobody knew.
Now my itsy bitsy titsy,
Lights up all of my afternoons.
Oh itsy bitsy titsy,
As I came she blew.
Still she doesnt hold,
Her candle to her black silk suit.
As she clutches itsy bitsy titsy,
Now we're three from two.
Asylum Scribbles
Dig Up Her Bones.
Lip Gloss and Black
Perfect Skin & A Devil's Grin.
Necrophiliac.