I once knew a ghost,
But now he’s awfully dead.
That was several years ago,
And he’s still in my head.
I don’t know why he fled; I don’t know why he fled.
They said you were just being nice,
When you said those things to me,
At least I hope that you’re no ghost!
I’ll have to wait and see.
I don’t know why he fled; I was as nice could be.
Ghosts are funny creatures,
(I knew one that looked like you),
And if you think I’m lying,
I tell you this is true.
I don’t know why he fled; ‘cause there was nothing left to do.
“I tell you that I’m different,
I tell you I have c