Creeper - Phantom Fantasia

[Verse 1]
Your hate mailed me love letters
I kept every single note
You said "I want to live in heaven, baby, can you redirect my post?"
I was making love with your ghost

[Verse 2]
So low under the river
In that little wooden boat
You were throwing bodies over
Boy, just to see if they would float
I was making love with your ghost

[Verse 3]
You would undressed me with your eyes
And I undressed me of my clothes
When your resurrection wood arise
More than just thе dead arose
I was making love with your ghost

[Verse 4]
I am thе mistress at your funeral
I am beautifully composed
As they were speaking, there was glass of you
I proposed myself a toast
Well I was making love with your ghost

[Outro]
I was making love with your ghost
Well, I was making love with your ghost