Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2 - Motionless In White

She’s got no soul, heart black as coal

She’s from Hollywood Forever, dug her out of a hole

And here we go again, spinnin' me in her web

She said, «There's just no rest for the queen of the dead»

There’s just no rest for the queen of the dead

There’s just no rest for the queen

Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams

Gonna rot her teeth 'cause I’m so sweet

One lick to rule them all

They crumble as they crawl

She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me

She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me

And in the glow of the pale moonlight

She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride

Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype

'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type

She’s got a temper in stock, made of hemlock

Uses absinthe as a lip gloss

Death hawk, fresh New Rock’s

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

She’ll use your corpse

She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me

She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me

And in the glow of the pale moonlight

She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride

Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype

'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type

If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

Plays truth or dare in the mirror

Uses absinthe as a lip gloss

Undead, but won’t shed a tear

She’s my graveyard baby

She’s my

She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me

She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie

(I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me

And in the glow of the pale moonlight

She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride

Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype

'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type

If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type

If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type