Zombie Charmers

(This Chalming Man)

 

©Richard Hanley 2010

(with a debt to Rod Argent)
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I'm in love with a zombie

I don't mind

I'm in love with a zombie

The philosophical kind

When she tells me what she's thinking

There's nothing behind it

We're all looking for the real thing

I take it where I can find it

 


Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looks

The way she acts, the color of her hair

Her voice is soft and cool

Her eyes are clear and bright

But she's not there

 

There's no what it's like to be her

Though she can rant and she can rave

Not gonna subjectify her

Just as long as she behave

 

If she was feeling what I'm feeling

That would be epiphenomenal

Know what they say—if it walks like a duck and it

Talks like a duck, then it's my-my-my-my girl

 

Let me tell you 'bout the way she looks

The way she acts, the color of her hair

Her voice is soft and cool

Her eyes are clear and bright

But she's not there

  

Who loves _all you zombies_ 

This Chalming Man!

If you can't take it from me

Take it from her whichever way you can

 

We have an arrangement

Can't work with the walking dead

She doesn't eat me

And I don't shoot her in the head

 

Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looks

The way she acts, the color of her hair

Her voice is soft and cool

Her eyes are clear and bright

But she's not there