Skin of the Night

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 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 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 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