A wicked little lady with her wicked little doll; her wicked little razor was the most unkind of all.
Asleep in your beds, dreams in your heads; you don't hear her coming or hear her doll dragging, dragging, dragging along. Dreaming of dancing, dreaming of love, dreaming of a future that will never come.
Dreams turn to nightmares, sleep turns to dread. Clean white pillows all turned to red. Blood on the sheets, blood on the wall, small bloody footprints all down the hall.
Wicked little lady with her wicked little doll, she takes daddy's razor and kills them all.