You got your H. P. Lovecraft. Your Edgar Allan Poe. You got your unkind of ravens. And your murder of crows. Catty eyelashes and your Dracula cape. Been flashing triple A passes. At the cemetery gates. 'Cause you're so dark babe. But I want you hard. You're so dark babe. You're so dark. You're so dark. You're so dark. And you're so mysterious. Got that obsession with death. I saw you driving your Prius. And even that was Munster Koach-esque. You watch Italian horror and you listen to The Scores. Leather-clad and spike collar. I want you down on all fours. 'Cause you're so dark babe. But I want you hard. You're so dark baby. I know you're nothing like mine. 'Cause she's walking on Sunshine. And your love would tear us apart. And I know I'm not your type. 'Cause I don't shun the daylight. But baby I'm willing to start. (Ooh). You're so dark. Got your H. P. Lovecraft. (Lovecraft). Your Edgar Allan Poe. (Poe). Got your unkind of ravens. (Ravens). Got your murder of crows. You're so dark babe. But I want you hard. You're so dark baby. But I want you hard. You're so dark oh. But I want you hard. You're so dark baby