The 7th Guest Skeletons In My Closet

48 years of livin An angel in disguise 48 years of lovin Smilin with my eyes 48 years of memories Neatly tucked away When daylight dies, I hear them rise And dance upon their grave What s that sound Comin from the dresser on a night as black as pitch What s that sound Comin from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch Them bones, them bones, them dry bones All bleached and deathly white I ve got skeletons in my closet and They re r