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Muffin, The Blonde Vampyre

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Night terrors will take on a new meaning
Since a new player entered the game
She's the world's first blonde air-headed vampyre
Her eyes burn in the night like a flame

You won't hear her slip in your window
For she can move like a piece of the night
But if your room is filled with bright baubles
She's distracted and forgets to bite

She once stayed in hiding for three nights
Her fear of the sun had her blind
She'd peek out the window each evening
Then hide from a big neon sign

Her vampyre friends worry about her
Will she sleep in her coffin as planned
Each morning they hear her complaining
What good's a blonde headed girl who's not tanned

She bears a scar on her throat that she covers
Vampyres see it and then start to grouch
Her first victim wore a cross on a necklace
She stole it to wear and then...OUCH

She turned into a myst one fine evening
When she went out to dine in the South
She missed out on several fat rebels
She'd forgotten the myst has no mouth

So when you go out after darkness
Don't believe you're safe in your limbo
That sweet young thing you've been eyeing
May be Muffin the blonde vampyre bimbo