[Intro] I heard a thump from the upstairs room, Then a laugh that cut through the quiet gloom. My date said, “Relax, it’s the old house settling.” The old house, apparently, has excellent timing. [Verse 1] You brought a suitcase, I brought a key, The landlord swore the place was “history.” The bed had a squeak with a theatrical flair, And a cold little breeze where there shouldn’t be air. You said, “That’s the draft.” I said, “Could be.” Then something went “boo” from beneath the duvet. I checked the closet, checked under the bed— Found one pale hand and a note that read: “Sorry to intrude. I was here first.” Well, that’s one way to make a good evening worse. [Pre-Chorus] You pulled me closer, I tried to be brave, While the sheets did a dance like a restless wave. A shape in the fabric, a chill in the room— Turns out this place has a third in the boom. [Chorus] There’s a spook in the sheets, making strange little noises, A ghost with no manners and questionable choices. You say, “Let it haunt.” I say, “Fine, let it be”— But it’s getting more covers than you or me. There’s a spook in the sheets, playing hard to ignore, We came for a night; now we’re three to a four-poster. If love’s a little scary, we’re learning the scene: One date, one ghost, and a very thin screen. [Verse 2] We tried to set boundaries, drew a line with a sock. The ghost moved the sock, then it moved the clock. You asked if it wanted some room to itself. It answered by knocking a book off the shelf. I said, “Look, pal, I respect your tenure, But we’ve got plans and the vibe’s not secure.” You laughed so hard that the bed gave a groan; The ghost made a sound like it wanted the phone. We called the front desk. They said, “Room thirteen?” “Ah, yes. The previous guest is a little... unseen.” Then came a pause and a customer-care tone: “Would you like a late checkout, or a room of your own?” [Pre-Chorus] You pulled me closer, I tried to be brave, While the sheets did a dance like a restless wave. A shape in the fabric, a chill in the room— Turns out this place has a third in the boom. [Chorus] There’s a spook in the sheets, making strange little noises, A ghost with no manners and questionable choices. You say, “Let it haunt.” I say, “Fine, let it be”— But it’s getting more covers than you or me. There’s a spook in the sheets, playing hard to ignore, We came for a night; now we’re three to a four-poster. If love’s a little scary, we’re learning the scene: One date, one ghost, and a very thin screen. [Bridge] At breakfast, you asked if I’d slept all right. I said, “Mostly. The ghost hogged the right.” You said, “That’s a dealbreaker?” I said, “Not quite. But next time we book somewhere with daylight.” The manager smiled: “You’ll be back, I bet.” I said, “Only if the haunting pays its own half of the set.” [Final Chorus] There’s a spook in the sheets, making strange little noises, A ghost with no manners and questionable choices. You say, “Let it haunt.” I say, “Fine, let it be”— But it’s getting more covers than you or me. There’s a spook in the sheets, playing hard to ignore, We came for a night; now we’re three to a four-poster. If love’s a little scary, we’re learning the scene: One date, one ghost, and a very thin screen. [Outro] At checkout, the clerk said, “Did you enjoy your stay?” The ghost took our keycard and floated away.
