I'm "Merry Christmas"-Hopper/ You're "Happy Halloween" Bob/ Fat-Dracula Sean Astin Rackin' some wack "fashion mccabre"// I'm part Johnathan Byers/ You're part heart-throb/with a car/ and a "part-art"-for-a job/ You're cute with Nancy (and part knob)//// This is where it gets tricky, cuz' Johnathan's brother Will is much more my scene/ (and YOU'RE no STEVEN, you're more akin to a Hawkins shill// And the girl we fight for's neither prom queen nor Winona Ryder/ She's something else entirely-- they might as well inscribe a number--

1st Hook: On the side of her arm

That way a Dark Knight as "murdered out" as I've heard you are can get this part right:

She don't need our pity or pacification

We could be a team

She don't need another man calling her "Vicky"

(Man of her dreams)

I would NEVER take back the nastiest bits of her path--

I know they're bad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch////