The Girl
I went to bed after a long hard day
I thought I’d try to get some sleep
My pajamas on I turned out the light
I was in the middle of counting sheep
I heard a scratching on my window pane
I got up but nothing could see
Then I heard a chain rattle across my floor
I thought my ears were playing tricks on me’
I jumped back into bed and I covered my head
Then I got to thinking what the heck
And I found it’s so you can curl your toes
When something’s breathing down your neck
Well I don’t know but I’ve been told
I never really ever believed in ghost
But let me tell you what I saw
Of ghost, the most beautiful of them all
She went Boo…Hoo…I am haunting you
And floated about my room, long hair flowing everywhere
She went Boo…Hoo…I am haunting you
I wish when was alive, I met someone like you
She touched my face, I saw her cry
I checked my pulse, I thought I’d died
The next morning she was gone
But her ghostly memory keeps living on......
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