Little blonde ghost won't let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh no-
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead

Am I reckless and wicked
Have I fooled you enough
Sticky sweet on the outside
And in for myself

I can charm with my eyes and
Curse the company I keep
Only blankness in my dreams
When I go to sleep

Little blonde ghost won't let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh no-
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead

You are mine and mine alone-

I am running a fever
I am spoiling the nest
Sick and sweet and spreading quickly
Oh- I'd rather be dead

I'd rather be dead