Morticia

She's got long, long, long black hair and a face so milky white, Slender hands with jet black nails that caress me in the night, Darkness personified, she's got eyes of Autumn fire, Her graceful, feline moves crush me with dark desire. I need that woman to come to me, All dressed in back and edged with lace, I need that woman to look through me, I need to feel her cold embrace- Morticia. Through sunlight's last red rays, that is when she makes her call, Stares at the waning moon, though she sees nothing at all, And when the moon is full she slips into me bed, To cover me with blackened lust, my mistress of the dead. I need that woman to come to me, All dressed in back and edged with lace, I need that woman to look through me, I need to feel her cold embrace- Morticia. The witching hour approaches, her eyes are open wide, She gathers strange familiars, to take a midnight ride Such a mysterious woman, frightful to understand, A supernatural force at hand. Just before the dawn awakes, she will leave me on my own, A morbid fascination that it seems we share alone, A love that can't be shaken, a girl entwined with hell, I'll wait for her again tonight, enchanted by her spell. I need that woman to come to me, All dressed in back and edged with lace, I need that woman to look through me, I need to feel her cold embrace- Morticia My mistress of the dead- Morticia I'll wait for her again tonight- Morticia.