there's this girl at my house that i really like a lot. she's so cool, she's so sweet, and she's just so hot. but she dosen't like me, i guess that's how it goes, maybe i should kill her and take off all her clothes.

hilary's dead, bleeding from the nose. hilary's dead, take off her clothes. now i feel kind of bad that i killed my best friend, what will i tell her dad, now that she's dead?

she was always pretty hot, this was the only way. i like 'em cold and stiff, what can i say? people think i'm kind of weird. that's what they say. well, i have something you should hear: it's not my fault that i'm this way. my parents are the ones to blame.