Fangs and Fur

My family prefers the cold stone floor

Quiet shadows behind the cellar door

But you burst in with a wild,

warm breeze

Chasing the dust bunnies,

climbing up our trees (hahaha)

They say a beast cannot belong

In a castle where the dead sing a song But they don't

see

you curl up tight

Keeping us warm through the endless night

Our little monster, soft and wild

Under the blood-red moon,

my favorite child Who cares if you shed on the velvet chair

When you press your warm nose in my hair (ooh-ah)

Your brothers sleep inside their wooden crates

While you are scratchin' at the castle gates

Then you leap onto my cold silk bed

And rest your heavy,

sleepy golden head (ahhhh)

We have no heartbeats,

we have no heat

But you're a radiator at my feet Let them howl,

let them sneer

We love our happy werewolf here (barking sound!)

Our little monster, soft and wild

Under the blood-red moon,

my favorite child Who cares

if you shed on the velvet chair When you press your warm

nose in my hair

Good boy...

sleep tight...