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