Little blonde ghost won't let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh no—
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be deadAm I reckless and wicked
Have I fooled you enough
Sticky sweet on the outside
And in for myself
I can charm with my eyes and
Curse the company I keep
Only blankness in my dreams
When I go to sleepLittle blonde ghost won't let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh no—
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be deadYou are mine and mine alone—
I am running a fever
I am spoiling the nest
Sick and sweet and spreading quickly
Oh— I'd rather be deadI'd rather be dead
