You got what you like
Strategy much?
Million on million
They think that you fine
They looking with red-eyes
But you got what you like
Feeling a hundred
And the rest you don't mind
And you've got to be the perfect stranger
Utterly divine
So enticing, hypnotizing
Can't resist the sight
But you got the dead eyes
In the middle of the night
Can't keep your head up
So paralyzed
If you wanna deal with the red-eyes
They come at your door
To look at what they like
Now there's blood on the floor
Don't you worry little baby
Mommy had to go
Don't give candy to the stranger
Knocking at your door
But you got the dead eyes
In the middle of the night
Can't keep your head up
So paralyzed
If you wanna deal with the red-eyes
They come at your door
To look at what they like
Now there's blood on the floor
And you had to be the perfect stranger
Utterly divine
So enticing, hypnotizing
Can't resist the sight
You got what you like
Strategy much?
Million on million
They think that you're fine
U got the dead eyes
In the middle of the night
Can't keep your head up
So paralyzed
If you wanna deal with the red-eyes
They come at your door
To look at what they like
Now there's blood on the floor