Young Lady, You're Scaring Me Lyrics - Ron Gallo

Let's get a house, you and me and your twelve cats 

We'll put mirrors on the ceiling 

We'll have a bunk bed by the bath 

You'll line my mattress with nails 

One for every time something psycho came out of your mouth 

Your cavern eyes are preying 

Your scarlet lips half saying 

A sales pitch for the circus in your mind 

Young lady, you're scaring me 

Dumbbell right to the temple 

Carry me to your shrine 

Dedicated to the prince of the last of your nine lives 

She waited in the darkest corner all night 

Until I closed up shop, I turned out the lights 

Then she begged for me to drive her home 

I thought about the Kensington Strangler as I was about to say "NO" 

When we pulled up to her bleeding dollhouse 

She said, "Park behind the hearse." 

I said, "No need. Get out and take your purse." 

Young lady, you're scaring me 

Remember that time you wrote me two hundred letters, never once to a single reply? 

Remember they all referenced a love that wasn't real? 

Considering we talked maybe one or two times 

Young lady, you're scaring me