There is a woman that haunts my house...She put this in my brain while I was sleeping!
My ceiling is sweating, sweating oh swelling, dripping down on me.
Your shaky hands are creeping, their creeping, trying to strangling me.
Mrs. Revis, Mrs. Revis!
I am Mrs.Revis! I’m the ghost of your house!
There will be floating blouses, torn apart couches, and fermented mouses.
Doused with a sheen that will burn you like gasoline,
Suspended in the air, you don't have a prayer.
Oh a prayer…
Waking up from a nightmare, I sip on my tea.
I taste almonds. Oh no! What has she done to me?
What has she done...to me?
I poised you so that you would dance with me, you would dance with me, when you’re dead.
Oh I’m dancing with Mrs. Revis.
Mrs. Revis is dancing with dancing with me.
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