Rapey Creepy Song Lyrics

Sting and the Police-Every breath you take

Vehicle by Ides of March is a rather creepy song too:

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Hey well
I'm a friendly stranger in a black sedan
Won't you hop inside my car.
I got pictures, got candy
I'm a loveable man
And I can take you to the nearest star.
I'm your vehicle baby
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.
I'm your vehicle woman
But I'm not sure you know
That I love ya
I need ya
I want ya,
Got to have you child,
Great God in heaven you know I love you.

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The Kinks - Art Lover


Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls
I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
I'm not a dirty old man
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother

I'm an art lover, come to daddy
Ah, come to daddy, come to daddy

Pretty little legs, I want to draw them
Like a Degas ballerina
Pure white skin, like porcelain
She's a work of art and I should know

I'm an art lover, come to daddy
And I'll give you some spangles

Little girl, don't notice me
Watching, as she innocently plays
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades

She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
I follow her around for hours and hours
I'd take her home, but that could never be
She's just a substitute for what's been taken from me

Ah, come to daddy, come on

Sunday afternoon can't last forever
Wish I could take you home
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view

I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do
And I only want to look at you




I don't know if this song is really supposed to be about losing a young family member or something, but some of the lyrics have always creeped me out a little.

I can't remember the title or the band that played it, but these lyrics qualify I guess:

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler,
the one that shut the kitchen door?

He don't give a hoot of warning
wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He's split, the time the cook'rel crows

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall?
Sighin' down the wind softly
Listen and you hear him moan

Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler
Ev'rybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight gambler?
Well, honey, it's no rock'n'roll show

Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler,
the one you never seen before
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that

Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall
Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler?
Did you see me make my midnight call

And if you catch the Midnight Rambler
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose
Well, go easy with your cold fandango
I'll stick my knife right down your throat
Baby, and it hurts!

gotta be polly by nirvana

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Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

Isn't me, have a seed
Let me clip your dirty wings
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

Got some rope, you have been told
Promise you, I have been true
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asked me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

Isn't me, have a seed
Let me clip dirty wings
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

Got some rope, you have been told
Promise you, I have been true
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

Polly said
Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me the will of instinct
Isn't me, have a seed
Let me clip dirty wings
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

Got some rope, you have been told
Promise you, I have been true
Let me take a ride, cut yourself
Want some help, please myself

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Baby It's Cold Outside has always struck me as super rapey.

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I hate that song so fricking much, but i never listened to the lyrics...and you weren't kidding.

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I really can’t stay (Baby, it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go ‘way (Baby, it’s cold outside)
The evening has been (I’ve been hopin’ that you’d drop in)
So very nice (I’ll hold your hand, they’re just like ice)

My mother will start to worry (Hey beautiful, what’s your hurry)
And father will be pacing the floor (Listen to that fireplace roar)
So really, I’d better scurry (Beautiful, please don’t hurry)
Well, maybe just a half a drink more (Put some music on while I pour)

The neighbors might think (Baby, it’s bad out there)
Say, what’s in this drink (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell (I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

I oughtta say no, no, no sir (You mind if I move in closer)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried (And what’s the sense in hurting my pride)
I really can’t stay (Oh baby, don’t hold out)
Oh, but it’s cold outside

I simply must go (It’s cold outside)
The answer is no (Baby, it’s cold outside)
The welcome has been (So lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm)

My sister will be suspicious (Your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (I ain’t worried about you brother)
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious (That ol’ biddy, she ain’t gonna bother me)
Well maybe just a cigarette more (You don’t need no cigarette, it’s smokin’ plenty up in here)

I’ve got to get home (Baby, you’ll freeze out there)
Say, lend me a comb (It’s up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
Oh, but don’t you see (How can you do this thing to me)

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Well, think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can’t stay (Get over that hold out)
Oh, but baby it’s cold outside

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Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent

Drying in the cold sun, watching as the pretty panties run


Aqualung - Jethro Tull

This is Adam Corolla's dream thread.

The Toadies - Tyler