When they are out, I sneak around,
I drink their milk, I clean they're house
I switch around all the furniture and riffle through their dresser drawers.
Behind their bushes,
Under their stairs,
In the closet's where I hide,
Where I plan, where I shine.
I take their pictures,
I eat their food,
I drink their milk,
It's rather rude.
It never gets old for me you see,
I'm always planning constantly.
Let loose birds,
Wear perfume,
Drill holes in the walls so I can swoon.
I wear disguises big and small,
Fake lashes, wigs,
I've done them all.
I toss around ladies underwear,
I photoshop pictures,
It's fun I swear.
I srcibble things all over their walls,
I broke the mirror in the hall,
I make them cookies on special days,
I leave them out on fancy trays.
Oh no I hear the car doors slam,
Their home early, I'm in a jam.
Thinking fast I make my leave but I can't just leave,
Not now you see.
Dashing quickly down the hall,
I grab a pen and begin to scrawl,
In big bold letters I have to write,
Although I'm in a fitful fright.
My work is done,
It's been a blast.
I watch their faces as they pass and mouth the words my message last.
"You're out of milk..."
I drink their milk, I clean they're house
I switch around all the furniture and riffle through their dresser drawers.
Behind their bushes,
Under their stairs,
In the closet's where I hide,
Where I plan, where I shine.
I take their pictures,
I eat their food,
I drink their milk,
It's rather rude.
It never gets old for me you see,
I'm always planning constantly.
Let loose birds,
Wear perfume,
Drill holes in the walls so I can swoon.
I wear disguises big and small,
Fake lashes, wigs,
I've done them all.
I toss around ladies underwear,
I photoshop pictures,
It's fun I swear.
I srcibble things all over their walls,
I broke the mirror in the hall,
I make them cookies on special days,
I leave them out on fancy trays.
Oh no I hear the car doors slam,
Their home early, I'm in a jam.
Thinking fast I make my leave but I can't just leave,
Not now you see.
Dashing quickly down the hall,
I grab a pen and begin to scrawl,
In big bold letters I have to write,
Although I'm in a fitful fright.
My work is done,
It's been a blast.
I watch their faces as they pass and mouth the words my message last.
"You're out of milk..."
