In a glass case down the hall,
Sits a doll who's seen it all.
Stitched-up smile and button eyes,
But don’t you fall for her disguise.
She’s not just plastic, she’s a queen of fright,
Turning nightmares into open-mic nights.
Don’t need a Ouija; she’s got her own flair,
She’ll haunt your dreams and mess up your hair!
Oh, Annabelle, you little rascal,
Stealing souls like it’s a hassle.
Dancing ‘round with a spooky grin,
Making chaos look like sin’s twin!
Annabelle, you wicked doll,
Haunting parties and ghosting calls.
She’s the life—or death—of the crowd,
Annabelle’s big night out!
She doesn’t text, she doesn’t write,
She’ll just pop up in the dead of night.
“Hey there, roomie, it’s just me!”
Why’s my cat stuck in the chimney?
Her hobbies include staring walls,
Knocking lamps off of your halls.
Forget your ex—this doll's the worst,
But you’ll miss her when she’s cursed!
Oh, Annabelle, you little rascal,
Stealing souls like it’s a hassle.
Dancing ‘round with a spooky grin,
Making chaos look like sin’s twin!
Annabelle, you wicked doll,
Haunting parties and ghosting calls.
She’s the life—or death—of the crowd,
Annabelle’s big night out!
She’s got ghostly style, haunted chic,
Turns a séance into hide-and-seek.
You can’t outsmart her, don’t even try,
She’s already locked you in with her eye.
Oh, don’t be scared, she’s just misunderstood,
She’d be real sweet...if she wasn’t up to no good.
Annabelle, you little rascal,
Stealing souls like it’s a hassle.
Dancing ‘round with a spooky grin,
Making chaos look like sin’s twin!
Annabelle, you wicked doll,
Haunting parties and ghosting calls.
She’s the life—or death—of the crowd,
Annabelle’s big night out!
So here’s a toast to Annabelle,
The haunted doll we know too well.
If you see her, give a wave,
And pray you don’t end up in her cave.
Annabelle, cheers to your spree,
May your hauntings always be funny and free!