I own nothing. It all belongs to S.M. and Mozart
Sparkle, sparkle, little vampire, How I wonder what you are, filling the world so fast with fright, Like a bullet in the night. Sparkle, sparkle, little vampire, How I wonder what you are!
when the blazing sun is gone, When there's nothing he shines upon, Then you don't show your light, you don't Sparkle, sparkle, through the night. Sparkle, sparkle, little vampire, How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky so deep, Through my curtains often peep, looking for a midnight feast, For I never close my eyes, Till the morning sun does rise
Sparkle, sparkle, little vampire How I wonder what you are
Sparkle, sparkle, little vampire How I wonder what you are
Creepy or what? Nothing quite as scary as children's songs
