She hides her face, she's acting coy
She whispers low, she could be a boy
I think she likes me, but it's hard to know
She can't pursue me, because she walks too slow
She's my mummy. She's all wrapped up
I don't want, to unravel you
I'd follow your voice, to your dusty tomb
I'd steal your heart, but it's all jarred up
You look like hell, but I don't give a f*ck