Under the Icy Moon

Me and my mannequin
Were under the icy moon
Me and my old mannequin
Were under the moon again

Well, she's wooden and she's fireproof
But man, oh man, can she pretend

Last night I spilled my messy guts
On my baby's pretty party dress
Last night I spilled my messy guts
All over her favorite party dress

Gonna make sure she's got nothing on me
Next time I wanna confess