I've got some wicked feelings brewing for you.
Hey Cinderella, must be time I took you home. It’s nearly midnight!
I like your wart, want to see a few of mine?
Of course I like long walks by the moonlight.
Hey, Are you made of candy? Because you look sooo sweet!
Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!
No costume? Oh you lucky girl, you don’t need Halloween. You look like an angel every day.
Pardon me for drooling, but without my jaw, I can't help myself.
Tricks aren’t really my thing. But you’re sure a treat.
So, what do you turn into at midnight?
