DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twiligh, or Sweeney Todd. Song is based on Johanna from Sweeney Todd.
Uh, anyway…yeah. Lights up on Mike, who is creepishly staring lovingly into a big fake window, as Bella sleeps and Edward gazes on lovingly—which one is the pervert? Well, in a Japanese manga thing in which they super-loosely throw the word around, ANYONE can be a pervert! Even five-year old girls can be perverts! It's a small world after all.*
Mike: I feel you, my Bella!
I feel you.
I was half-convinced I'd waken,
Satisfied enough to dream you!
Happily I was mistaken, my Bella,
I'll steal you, my Bella!
I'll steal you.
I'll steal you, my Bella!
I'll steal you.
Does Edward think that he can hide you?
Even now he's at your bedside,
And I'm standing with a knife beside him,
Buried sweetly in your backyard,
I'll kill him, my Bella!
And the day of the funeral I'll steal you,
'Til I'm with you then,
He's dead in there,
Buried sweetly in your backyard!!!
*Bella suddenly awakens*: Jesus Christ, Mike Newton! What the hell? I heard every word of that, homey, and the big B will NOT stand for that kind of talk! B.T. Dubbs, I wasn't sleeping. Edward and I were having a deep conversation in which you shall never take part in. Godspeed.
