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)

V2: Picture for a minute that substitution under the listing "science fiction": It's just the the mind twistin' tryin' like Dixon (Mother-bitch!) just to make the clay that is the brain acclimated to another ditch/ rain until the summer itch//// You hate it when fate skips your say-so in a dayglo situation/ Fsaygo manifestation/ Am I crazy? (Obvi)/ Victim of theft of intellectual property by the Insane Clown Posse/ Crypto digital like Bobby////

Fetish contortionist/ with a mental weapon/ sexy as a sex organ/ She's an "End all demogorgons" specialist// Just because her esoteric potential's yet to amass/ I can tell the difference between her genius and a mentalist//// My cat's beginning to conjugate/ strnger things have happened/ That's when cracked-in/ did obligate to tap in to a a map inside revenge fantasy/ Attackin' the farm/ I might as well say goodnight to mental health/ thunder alive on

2ND HOOK:

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)

She's more than just the sum of her total/ next to a scumbag ith a scrotum/ I'm a totem tipped into a vat of acid

I would never take back the nastiest bits of her past

I know they make you mad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch

I can feel your ego from here, kid/ and I should know/ I'm totally fluent in the language of emo/ That's why my SEAR kit hits up to here with dope and enough miracles to babble on/ You'll be aghast with fear/ the past/ She'll laugh and cheer when the last tablet's gone//// Moses musta had what I imagine was quite the sack of gonads/ oh yeah, the size of a coronavirus smoke stack conspiracy/ Hear me/ To take commandments that Yahuah decreed and figured, "Yo, since I'm leading the wolfpack, Tell Sinai we're gone"

3RD HOOK:

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)

She's more than just the sum of her total/ next to a scumbag with a scrotum/ I'm a totem tipped into a vat of acid

I would never take back the nastiest bits of her past

I know they make you mad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch