Poor Little Lamb Songtext
von The Model Rockets

No one ever went broke trying to sell you
Sitting in the front yard with your lemonade
But the worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb
The worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb


Dozens at the front door waiting to meet you
I think I heard the fat one say you′re solid gold
But the worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb
The worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb

In eight or seven minutes I'll be ready to go
Checking every box direction
And even when I′m through I'm gonna beg you for more
It's a bad deal, you′ll love me in action

Couldn′t find a soul to help you this morning
Running for the bus stop waving your beret
But the worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb
The worst kind of vampire drinks your drink
And leaves you there poor little lamb