Sitting alone on a cold bar stool Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool Pastel-white features High cheek-bones Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones
The girl of my nightmares Sultry and corpse-like The girl Of my Nightmares
Brittle fingers And thin cigarettes So hard to tell apart She hasn't spoken yet You put your hand on mine Death white on brown Those whirlpool eyes Well, I begin to drown
The girl of my nightmares Erotic and skull-faced The girl Of my Nightmares
Sitting alone on A cold bar stool, your So hard to tell apart She hasn't spoken yet Pastel-white features High cheek-bones Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones
The girl of my nightmares Sultry and corpse-like The girl Of my Nightmares
