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Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Album:  Tunnel of Love 
Song:   Prom Queen
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Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning) 
Won't you be my prom queen? 
Everybody has a real good time 

Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom) 
Won't you be my prom queen? 
Everybody has a real good time 

Another morning, I must get up and go to school 
I'm taking too long gettin dressed, tryin to look my best 
Because today is not your ordinary every morning 
My high school prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings 
I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom 
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm 
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome 
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best 
I got to school, I straggle through the hallways 
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always 
But this time, I must now approach them (or) 
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow) 
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face 
She is so lovely, my heart pulse begin to race 
I make my way between her friends and to her presence 
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen? 
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over) 
(would you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen) 
There was a time when I could except a no 
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go 
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home 
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome 
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends 
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend 
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I 
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die 

"Good morning, everybody. This is Principal Rogers, and I would just 
like to congradulate our Senior class and wish them at tonight's 
Prom dance." 

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby) 
Won't you be my prom queen? 
Everybody has a real good time 

It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater 
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her 
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders 
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shoulders 
My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back 
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack 
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar 
But she's dead, I guess I'll never have to tell her 
I took the bottles of Tamiace, four dollars worth 
I took the seventeen dollars that was in her purse 
I bought balloons and streaming and stuff to munch 
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo Punch 
I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall 
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin tall 
I would have took her to the school like a normal man 
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand 
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance 
I bet she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants 
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done 
Instead of burning me, he'd probably come and hug his son 
I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat 
The more I think about it tears are rolling down my cheek 
I hope I showed Christine a night like no other 
After all, that's how my daddy did my mother 

"Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends, celebrate 
all their great work. Prom night is your very own special night, 
and everybody always remember their high school prom." 

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby) 
Won't you be my prom queen? 
Everybody has a real good time