Like a moth she moves to the red light
Her blood warms and boils there
She skims the sweat like a new milk
And pops the buttons off her wet blouse
Oh, queen of the night
(All of her soft parts call to me)
Well, she is deep inside
(She could be mine)
And she is haunting me
Oh, queen of the night
(All of her soft parts call to me)
Well, she is deep inside
(She could be mine)
And she is haunting me
She digs her nails into her naked chest
Her veins fan out like a road map
She pulls back the skin to show her ribs
That twinkle like shooting stars
Oh, queen of the night
(All of her soft parts call to me)
Well, she is deep inside
(She could be mine)
And she is haunting me
Oh, queen of the night
(All of her soft parts call to me)
Well, she is deep inside
(She could be mine)
And she is haunting me
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