I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Buffista Music 1: The Music (And Who Can Blame It) Swells
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records On the jukebox ev'ry day. All day long she plays the same old songs, And she believes the things that they say.
She sings along with all the saddest songs, And she believes the stories are real. She let's the music dictate the way that she feels.