I met the ghost of Bundy late last night
With his suave and charming way
The soft sweet glint of his eyes
A cup of coffee in a bookstore,
A stroll in the moonlight,
And into his car,
I go to die.
A conversation so deep,
A faint impression that slowly creeps,
My breathing does seize as his hand squeezes.
Such a charmer even in death,
You’d never love it any other way.
The ride is in silence,
I’m wishing you well.
Let’s have the second date in hell.

Series 1.