Ivory skin, so porcelain smooth and cold to the touch
Eyes and lips as black as teh night lead me in to drain
You're so cold; cold as ice, you're so cold
Ice you feel, feel to the bone
Ice that burns, burns inside
The moves of a slithering ghost, perfect and slow
Evil beckons me stay, cannot break away
With one touch you are still
Lust for the touch and for the feel
Your body's heat is what she craves to keep her alive
Drains your warmth in her eyes out of your soul