Lycanthropic Love
If I bite you today, would you love me tomorrow?
If I told you my secret
Would you still call me your lover?
I live in a world that you cannot fathom
Would you believe me if I told you
I might be a werewolf?
Don’t run,
Please don’t scream
I’m still the same girl.
What?
You don’t believe me?
I bet you think me insane.
So I howl at the moon
For three nights each month
Being part wolf really isn’t that bad
But believe me, when I tell you
The fleas will drive you mad
I see you still don’t believe me
So just swing by my house tonight
That is… if you aren’t too scared
I’m a werewolf
That’s the terrifying truth
Will you still be my lover
If I turn you into one too?
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