Let's Assume That He's the Groom And He's Been Waiting To Consummate All NightAnd You're the Bride You're Locked Tight Inside the BathroomAnd You're Overcome With FreightNow Here's the Chiller He's the Killer You've DiscoveredYou're Trapped, Alone, You're Scared We Cut to You, We Move in CloseYou're Catatonic You Get a Close Up ThereAnd in This Shot Here's What We Got He Breaks the Door DownAnd Tears Your Nightgown Lace You See a Can, It's AerosolYou Grab the Hair Spray And Light It in His FaceThere's a Very Hungry Man in the Cellar Oh, Waiting Or Is He in the Attic ClosetWaitingDebbie? I Like This Game. Debbie? Debbie? Debbie? Debbie?He Blindly Grabs You Tries to Stab You But You're QuickerYou Over Act Right Here You See a Cat, a Ball of Yarn A Knitting NeedleHis Vision's Still Not Clear He's Stumbling 'round Don't Make a SoundAnd Then He Grabs You "Hide and Seek, My Dear?" He Shifts His GlanceYou See Your Chance You Grab the Needle and You You Plunge It in His EarThere's a Very Hungry Man in the Cellar Oh, Waiting Or Is He in the Attic ClosetWaitingThere's a Very Hungry Man in the Cellar Oh, Waiting Or Is He in the Attic ClosetWaitingAnd Just Like the Scene In "Halloween" You Think It's All OverAnd You're Gazing Into Space But You Got to Make SureYou Hear Something, You Start to Turn And You're Standing There FrozenStaring Him Face to Face And He Looks At You and Says "Tag, You're It, SweetieBye, Debbie. Debbie, Debbie, Debbie. Goodbye, Debbie..."

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