| Once upon a time, there was a girl |
| And she played so nice |
| Her hair in perfect curls, she used to hide |
| The tears in her eyes |
| One mornin', she woke up with poison on her tongue |
| Thought, «Oh my God, what have I done?» |
| Hand through the mirror, she saw herself clearer |
| There’s blood on the gun, I think I should run |
| It can’t be undone |
| Call a doctor |
| I think I created a monster |
| She’s got a psycho inside her |
| But I think that I kinda like her |
| She’s here for revenge, done playin' pretend |
| Never comin' back, back from the dead |
| Don’t act like you were her friend |
| You overreach and she is six feet under me |
| Got you on your knees |
| Begging «Mommy, please» |
| Girl I used to be, now she isn’t me |
| Say you’re happy |
| Call a doctor |
| I think I created a monster |
| She’s got a psycho inside her |
| But I think that I kinda like her |
| That’s the story of my mother |
| Call a doctor |
| I think I created a monster |
| She’s got a psycho inside her |
| But I think that I kinda like her |
| That’s the story of my mother |