When life is cruel and puts me down,
I take my doll and make her drown.
When my heart is cold and frozen,
I look around this path I've chosen.
I'm not twisted, deranged, evil or mad,
Although that could explain why thoughts of death make me glad...
Be it on a noose and in a tree
Or a bit of poison in my tea,
These things, they keep me on my toes,
With dreams of men on their backs in rows.
Despite my favorite part of the day... being night,
Or the joy I find in having my victims putting up a fight,
I am not unlike any ordinary man.
Just because I keep my favorite pets in cans,
No, suffice it to say, you would never know the difference,
Unless you were to chance upon one of my blood-drenched mittens.
On the outside there is no difference between you or I,
But on the inside I crave one of Mrs. Lovett's meat pies.
So on this note I leave you here,
But trust me when I say, 'I love you, dear.'