hi, im vicky and im evil

Hi, I'm Vicky and I'm evil but I'm not that bad When I'm feeling sad I sleep in my bed and Dream of gay ghosts Kissing in mid air I won't brush my hair Til tomorrow when I go to the fair I'll meet the girl, with the bright red hair That lives in the glare of my mirror Reflections of better times Reflections of better times Reflections of better times I'm Vicky and I'm evil