Monsters Under My Bed


I think there are monsters under my bed,
The noises are dancing inside of my head,
During the night they creek and they crack,
I'm pretty sure they'll always come back,
They can scream, they can roar,
They can even fly and soar,
The monsters say boo,
And I say to who,
My monsters finally left under my bed,
But the noises still dance and snide of my head,

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