I'm underneath the bed, hardly poking out my head. It's a squeeze and hurts my knees, but I don't care. Can you guess, do you know, why I whisper soft and low? Something out there is very scary. And it's coming this way.
I'm underneath the bed, hardly poking out my head. It's a squeeze and hurts my knees, but I don't care. Can you guess, do you know, why I whisper soft and low?
Something out there is very scary. And it's coming this way.