Becky Under My Bed
Theres a Becky under my bed!
At least thats what my friend said
Its not a monster Im sure
Because its been confirmed to be her
She beats my knees
While I sleep in shackles
I hear her cackles
They tell me theres no such thing as monsters
And I know, the monsters are imposters!
Its Becky Im afraid of, its true
Shes the one that makes me black and blue
But no one here seems to believe me
It doesnt make sense
To be laughed at my expense
How else can I explain my knee?
Because I know it wasnt me