A Month Dead

I lie next to her in the bed
 She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed
 Nevermind the fact that she's dead
 It turns me on
 It turns me on
 Sure, she's a little cold to the touch
 But that doesn't bother me much
 Because the embalmer did such
 A lovely job
 A lovely job
 She's a month dead and she's starting to smell
 But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell
 And now, I got her propped up in a chair
 She's losing her skin and her hair
 And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare
 So much at me
 So much at me
 Yeah, Rigor mortis is taking its toll
 And her body is as stiff as a pole
 But I'll never put her back in the hole
 I dug her from
 I dug her from
 She's a month dead and she's starting to smell
 But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell