She walks around with her hair all messed up, in pig tails.
She's gruesome, shes creepy, she's an epic fail.
Nobody understands the way that she breathes in every day life.
The sorrow she lives in, the long and pointed knife.
She rocks her doll and sings her a song.
The marks she carves into her skin with her little fingers that are not very strong.
She follows you with her deep and penetrating eyes.
Creepy Connie, waves her fingers to say goodbye.
She plays with her doll, in the mud bath of blood.
She walks through the red painted staircase, in a liquid water flood.
She starves for pain, but in an insane way.
Creepy Connie, is here to stay.
Her laugh is obnoxious, so is her ability to walk.
She laughs with a snorting sound, like the way she talks.
Some say she sounds like a pig.
She creepily crawls, with her finger nails she digs.
They caught her burying ashes, from a jug, that had her grandpa's remains.
On her dress was red blooded spots, of splattered blood stains.
She spends her time hunting down her victims, one by one.
In her blood splattered dress, she carries a gun.
Everyone who knows her, stays faraway.
Little creepy connie is here to stay.
She can't keep friends in her life, because she starts to control them.
Whoever wants to leave her, she will get rid of them for good, their lives will end.
She will never see them again.
In the ground, their remains, will be buried so deep.
The memories will be hers to keep.
Creepy Connie, staggers as she crawls out of the hole.
Her finger nails are dirty, with blood imprinted from her last friend, there goes another soul.
On her wall is pictures of all her friends, that done her wrong.
She hums another rhyme that she calls " their song."
She kisses her dolls head and twists it backwards, her anger is abrupting towards a full moon, here comes the storm.
Right now she is out of control, not in the norm.
Laughter is all around her, inside her doll was her puppy dogs heart.
She killed him with an axe, and tore open the body of her doll to place her dogs heart in the inside of her doll that she tore apart.
Now his spirit is always with her, she will carry him where ever she goes.
The secret is inside the doll, that is something nobody will know.
In the day, she hunts down her prey.
In the night, she will find another way not to fight.
She will knock you out for just a little while.
Remember, creepy connie is just a little child.
If you listen to her and not start up a fight.
She may let you see another day light.
When things get to out of control, its time now to sing the song.
After the song, she takes your picture, then in the ground is where you belong.
You have just become another memory on her wall of fame.
Just look at her doll, her dog was too blame.
Creepy Connie, lives through shame.
within the walls, live the souls of all.
When you walk down the street, if you see her, don't say " hi."
She will smile the bravest smile, after all she's just some child.
Saying hi, is your last goodbye.
Just pass her and turn your head the other way.
Because Creepy Connie is here to stay.
