Just remember, this is titled bad for a reason.
Throughout the day, they want to play
Your best friend, they’re here to stay.
When darkness falls, they become possessed
Their only goal, your eternal rest.
As you slowly drift off to sleep,
From under your bed is where they’ll creep
Quietly they’ll crawl onto your bed
And whisper thoughts into your head.
Their hairless heads shine in the moonlight
And that lazy eye gives all a fright
The baby dolls have come to play
And death will surely come your way