The Frisk
Nervous
Welcome to the cobra zone, you're chilling with the Frisk. Here, now, and forever.At the end of the day, work's done, time to play in the cobra zonewe just wanna kick back, have fun, get a little badical, a little radicalBut you know, I don't think we're quite alone.I look out the window and what to my wonderingeyes does appear? It's you. You're freaky baby. You're twice as freaky as Charlie's Squeaky. Step back, Jack.Don't panic- But I just can't seem to relaxDon't panic- I'm about to have a heart attackYou make me nervous so I just can't sleep at nightNervous- under my pillow I keep a knifeNervous- is that you on the telephone?Nervous- I just want you to leave me aloneChilling out on the sidewalk, adult cola in my hand. You're there, I'm there, you're like a black cat crossing my path. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but sometimes it is just black and white.
From Letras Mania