Esqueleta’s Bones

She don’t cook, She don’t clean
All she ever wants to do is lay with me
Always waits, a sober face
Yawns until I give her what she needs

Then she smiles
Because she knows
I’m just a slave to Esqueleta’s lazy bones

She ignores, she demands
The purrs so she can be beneath my hands
She’ll turn and bite, drain me dry
Then ask me if I’m proud to be her man

I just smile
Kiss her nose
A happy slave to Esqueleta’s crazy bones

She knows that I’ve had many senoritas
She even acts like she don’t care at all
So the past will never come between us
She sneaks and shreds their pictures with her claws

I just laugh, ‘cause she’s in my lap
Latches on with everything she’s got
She plays mean, but I believe
She just pretends so that I won’t think she’s soft

She’ll scratch me deep
Blood will flow
Diggin’ in ‘til Esqueleta’s in my bones
Oh, I’m so glad that Esqueleta’s in my bones