On misty mountain heights
Seized with ruthless frost
On virgin ground untouched by man
Dwells some skinny ghost
Some say he's pretty scary
Some say he's pretty wild
But every girl he's ever met
Is waiting for a child


You'd better check your locks and shutters
You'd better wake the guards from sleep
Cause no one knows the way it happens
He leaves no tip

Some guys say they would kill him
But they don't have much time
They get too busy every night
With their neighbor's wives
As soon as they come home
To meet their only dear
They meet her crying in her bed
"My love, the ghost was here!"

You'd better check your locks and shutters
You'd better wake the guards from sleep
Cause when you've got to pay for dippers
He leaves no tip

(The Ghost): "Do you still hear me?"

(Monica): "I'm only dreaming."

(The Ghost): "Do you still fear me?
Do you still feel me?"

(Monica): "I'm only dreaming..."

(The Ghost): "Do you still thrill me?"

(Monica): "I'm only dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!"

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