(Verse 1) She lives right down the block on a quiet suburban street, With a checkered apron on and a batch of cookies warm and sweet. She waves across the lawn with a smile so bright and fair, A harmless girl next door with ribbons in her hair. She offers lemonade and a place to rest your head, Not a single soul suspects you’ll end up in her bread. (Chorus) Oh, she’ll eat you alive, yeah, she’ll swallow you whole, A sweet facade hiding a predator’s soul! Don't let her fool you when she starts to bake, You’re not the guest—you’re the coffee cake! Come on baby, light the stove, Feed the fire in her dark alcove! (Verse 2) She knocks upon your door with a casserole in hand, The finest suburban hospitality in the land. She whispers gentle words like a dove out in the park, Then leads you to the cellar down in the endless dark. The cookbook on her stand has a recipe for two, And the main ingredient tonight is you! (Chorus) Oh, she’ll eat you alive, yeah, she’ll swallow you whole, A sweet facade hiding a predator’s soul! Don't let her fool you when she starts to bake, You’re not the guest—you’re the coffee cake! Come on baby, light the stove, Feed the fire in her dark alcove! (Bridge) The mister never talks, he’s been missing since July, Left behind a note and a half-eaten pumpkin pie. She's got a pantry full of spices and a carving knife of steel, And you're looking like a very appetizing meal! Ride the snake, ride the snake, to the oven bake! (Outro) Nibble on your fingers, crunch upon your bones, While the record player spins old neighborhood tones. Just a friendly neighbor... Or a hungry monster... The kitchen door is locked. The oven timer dings. Goodbye.
