This song has always kind of made me feel a little uneasy for some reason. I always felt it would make a horror scene extra creepy.
Picture this while you listen, if you dare, a long, dark hallway. We follow a woman down it towards a door at the very end. We can't see her face yet, but we know by the way her head sits crooked on her slender neck that something is off with the woman. We enter the door and there sits a man in a small empty room with his hands tied behind a chair. He looks back towards the door and we see he has a gag in his mouth, this does not stop him from trying to scream. He's bleeding from his right temple; an injury he received when he was abducted. He has stains on his collared shirt and his brow is shiny with sweat. The woman rounds the man and we see that she is wearing a Marilyn Monroe mask and a silky white dress. She stops in front of him stares at him, her head still cocked slightly to the left. We see now that she has some photos in her hands. She holds them up one by one. The man recognizes himself walking out of his regular drinking establishment. He is not alone in any of the pictures. In almost every one a different woman is propped up nearly unconscious in his arms. You can practically see the drunken shamble happening in the pictures; legs unsteady and giving out, heads rolling around dizzily. The man however, remains standing tall and strong. She pauses slightly between pictures, allowing the man to fully take each one in. With each picture the man becomes more frantic. He begins thrashing around trying to break the binds that hold him. The woman sets the photos down on a small end table near the chair and casually straddles him as the second chorus kicks in. She crumples one of the pictures into a ball with one hand and sensually moves her other hand down the back of his head, undoing the cloth gag. The man screams the instant the gag leaves his mouth but is quickly cut short as the woman shoves the crumpled ball down his throat as far as she can. With the violins at a crescendo, the man chokes and tries to get a breathe but can only manage a wheeze. She grabs a another picture and balls it up, grinding the man as she does. She grabs the mans thrashing head tight, smushing his cheeks, and slams the other photo in after the other. He is no longer even wheezing. He begins convulsing and his eyes roll back into his head. We pull back out of the room seeing only the back of the man convulsing with the masked woman grabbing a stapler off the table and slamming it into a picture pressed to his face as we leave. We follow the hallway backwards, still facing the door. We get to a point in the hallway and stop. Panning left we see a framed photo of the murdered man, only younger, and a smiling woman at prom. They are holding hands and looking lovingly into each others eyes. We zoom in on this as the song fades out.
End scene.