I seem to be innocent...
Я не знаю, как так вышло, но последние пару вечеров переделываю Strangers In The Night в песню про зомби.
Получается забавно.

Zombies on the grass
Are on your track, pal.
Wondering on the grass
You cannot hide, pal.
They can smell your smell
And so they follow you.
Something in your run
Is so inviting,
Something in your scream
Is so exciting,
Something in your head
Tells 'em they need your brains.
Получается забавно.

Zombies on the grass
Are on your track, pal.
Wondering on the grass
You cannot hide, pal.
They can smell your smell
And so they follow you.
Something in your run
Is so inviting,
Something in your scream
Is so exciting,
Something in your head
Tells 'em they need your brains.
Из дома вечером скину) Я не уверена в грамматической части