Narcissa would sing happy songs about being neither a ghul nor human

I'm not a ghul
And I'm not a human
But I like my sweetbreads
With a nice touch of cumin
Don't care how I get 'em
From Goth girl or junkie
But never from book critics
Cause theirs taste too funky

I had a nice house
Beachfront property
But I stabbed my poor grandpa
Torched the old pile
And went off to steal that bay-BEEEEEE!!!

Cause I'm a
Half-breed
(Ghuls ain't gonna love me cause I don't fit in)
Cause I'm a
Half-breed
(Humans never love me cause I eat 'em for din-din)
I'm a half-breed
And a reject
And a monster far and wide
But that cute little baby's gonna GET ME INSIDE!

Gonna live in that yellow house
On Benefit Street
For the Madame's steel table
Gonna catch all the meat
Gonna find my real family
And no longer live sham-ly
When I'm a GHUL, GHUL, GHUL!
(I'm on my way, baby!)