Does my boogeyman ever sleep?
He must be exhausted
Dancing all night
I swear my love he’s lost it
They say that a witch put a spell on my man
Down he’s damned to eternal throwdown
Searching for fear in the eyes of the young
Challenging his friends to a showdown
If you dare win
His thoughts he might share
But nobody survives
My mad monsters glare
For his face is so ghastly
It seems almost fake
His appearance so dastardly
It makes the earth quake
So my dear boogeyman I give you my best
Under my bed may you get some rest.
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