My Zombie Girlfriend Loves Brains… But Not Mine

80s Jellyroll male singer in Halloween funny and creepy style

(Verse 1)
I met her by the graveyard, on a midnight stroll,
Hair a tangled mess, eyes as dark as coal.
She gave me that look, yeah, that undead stare,
Heart skipped a beat—man, I didn’t care.

I thought she was the one, no heartbeat, but hey,
Figured we’d stroll through the night, maybe feast by day.
But every time she looks my way, here’s the deal:
She’s got a craving for brains—but just not my meal.

(Chorus)
My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine,
She’s chomping on strangers, like vintage red wine.
I’m pleading, “What about me, baby? I’m ripe for a bite!”
But she’s got her sights set on someone else’s delight.

(Verse 2)
I showered, I shaved, tried to dress real smart,
Thought she’d notice my looks, maybe crave my heart.
But she’s eyeballing strangers, folks with degrees,
Or muscle-bound types, like a zombie queen bee.

“Hey babe, don’t you think my mind’s good to munch?”
But she’s busy eyeing that brainy brunch.
Says she likes a little something—call it refined,
But when it comes to me, I’m a little under-dined.

(Chorus)
My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine,
She’s picky and choosy—oh, she’s got a spine.
I’m begging, “I’m tasty! Come take a small taste!”
But she only loves brains that come with high stakes.

(Bridge)
I tried quoting Shakespeare, pulled out all the stops,
Learned some science, even threw in some chops.
Told her, “Come feast on this well-seasoned head!”
But she just rolled her eyes, moaned, and fled.

(Verse 3)
Now I’m left alone, with my heart and my mind,
Watching her stalk every other kind.
She’s the love of my life, this undead queen,
But her appetite’s lean when it comes to my scene.

(Chorus)
My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine,
She feasts on the world, oh, it’s a love so fine.
I’m left in the dark, just a boy with his heart,
While she’s off with brains that tear me apart.

(Outro)
So here I am, doomed in love’s twisted game,
Chasing a zombie, who feels just the same.
But every night, with her blood-stained grin,
She leaves me empty while she digs in.

(Whispered fade-out)
She’s got a taste for others… but never for me…

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(Verse 1) I met her by the graveyard, on a midnight stroll, Hair a tangled mess, eyes as dark as coal. She gave me that look, yeah, that undead stare, Heart skipped a beat—man, I didn’t care. I thought she was the one, no heartbeat, but hey, Figured we’d stroll through the night, maybe feast by day. But every time she looks my way, here’s the deal: She’s got a craving for brains—but just not my meal. (Chorus) My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine, She’s chomping on strangers, like vintage red wine. I’m pleading, “What about me, baby? I’m ripe for a bite!” But she’s got her sights set on someone else’s delight. (Verse 2) I showered, I shaved, tried to dress real smart, Thought she’d notice my looks, maybe crave my heart. But she’s eyeballing strangers, folks with degrees, Or muscle-bound types, like a zombie queen bee. “Hey babe, don’t you think my mind’s good to munch?” But she’s busy eyeing that brainy brunch. Says she likes a little something—call it refined, But when it comes to me, I’m a little under-dined. (Chorus) My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine, She’s picky and choosy—oh, she’s got a spine. I’m begging, “I’m tasty! Come take a small taste!” But she only loves brains that come with high stakes. (Bridge) I tried quoting Shakespeare, pulled out all the stops, Learned some science, even threw in some chops. Told her, “Come feast on this well-seasoned head!” But she just rolled her eyes, moaned, and fled. (Verse 3) Now I’m left alone, with my heart and my mind, Watching her stalk every other kind. She’s the love of my life, this undead queen, But her appetite’s lean when it comes to my scene. (Chorus) My zombie girlfriend loves brains… but not mine, She feasts on the world, oh, it’s a love so fine. I’m left in the dark, just a boy with his heart, While she’s off with brains that tear me apart. (Outro) So here I am, doomed in love’s twisted game, Chasing a zombie, who feels just the same. But every night, with her blood-stained grin, She leaves me empty while she digs in. (Whispered fade-out) She’s got a taste for others… but never for me…

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