Ay, What a Scream! ft. Henry Halstead and his Orchestra Lyrics

Hollywood always claims that True Love is a given

As if a tall, dark, handsome prince I'd ever see

I always thought that tale was bunk

But out of thin air came this hunk

And now he wants to keep me for eternity

Have I gone raving mad

Or have I got it really bad

He's mad for me

Ay, what a scream

I'm quite tan, and he's real pale

Strong as sin, but looks so frail

He's sprung on me

Ay, what a scream

He's cultured and refined

Can read my mind

Charisma, he's got plenty

So mature

A connoisseur

But looks to be 'bout twenty

Doesn't make

A mistake

Rendezvous, he never flakes

He's after me

Ay, what a scream

Can't believe there was a time I ever doubted

Can't believe there was a time I laughed at love

Every time I'm with that stud

I can feel him in my blood

And when I sleep I dream he's floating up above

Passion, yes, he can express

From his cold hand's soft caress

And he's feeling me

Ay, what a scream

To my friends, I should speak

But one goes missing every week

Well, he's there for me

Ay, what a scream

Oh, how we long to take our moon-lit walks

He doesn't care for sunshine

He likes to neck more than he talks

And leave me two cute love lines

Says to me, his only goal

Is full possession of my soul

And he's chosen me

Ay, what a scream