Текст песни
(Verse 1)
In the attic, on a chair,
Sits a doll with matted hair.
A porcelain crack, a single eye,
She watches all the kids go by.
(Chorus)
"Trick or treat, smell my feet,"
Hums the doll, so soft and sweet.
"Give me something good to eat..."
And she is looking right at you.
(Verse 2)
The rocking chair begins to move,
A tiny laugh, a sudden groove.
She's off the chair, she's on the floor,
She's waiting right outside your door.
(Chorus)
"Trick or treat, smell my feet,"
Hums the doll, so soft and sweet.
"Give me something good to eat..."
And she is coming just for you.
