[Verse 1] Underneath the willow's shade, A lady fair, her tea she'd made. With porcelain grace, she sips and smiles, Unaware of the undead's wiles. [Chorus] Oh, what a sight to behold, A tea party with the dead and cold. Her laughter rings, a haunting song, A tale of life where death belongs. [Verse 2] Zombie at the table, eyes aglow, With a grin that's wide, he nods and bows. She pours the tea, a ritual dance, Unmindful of the strange romance. [Chorus] Oh, what a tale of love and lore, A lady's charm, a zombie's core. Their worlds collide in a silent song, A dance of fate, where time is gone. [Bridge] As the sun dips low, the shadows play, A game of life in the day's decay. She sees not the decay, just the tea, While he sees the life that used to be. [Chorus] Oh, a duet sung in the twilight's glow, A lady's grace, a zombie's woe. Their stories weave in the setting sun, A symphony of what has been. [Outro] As the moon rises, the tea grows cold, The lady and the zombie, now told. A tale of two, in a world apart, United by tea, by heart. [End]