Like a moth she moves to the red light

Her blood warms and boils there

She skims the sweat like a new milk

As pops the buttons of her wet blouse

Oh Queen of the Night!

Well she is deep inside!

She is haunting me!

All of her soft parts call to me

She could be mine...

She digs her nails into her naked chest

Miles of 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!

Well she is deep inside!

She is haunting me!

All of her soft parts call to me

She could be mine...