Little TeaaPot

There was a young girl who loved the dark

she wore a black dress to match her black heart

she went for a walk it was late it was dark

met an old man who took her from the park

she asked him his name he said he was mark

brought her to his basement it was deep it was dark

she said it was more fun being at the park

he gripped her arm left a bruise left a mark

she stood there and stared at this man named mark

Soon she'll be walking home from the park

covered in blood from that bad man mark

Was such a fun night she said to herself

i'll hang up his head on the very top shelf