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Ivory skin so porcelain smooth and cold to the touch
Eyes and lips as black as the night lead me in to
Drain
Your 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 can not break away
With one touch you are still
Lust for the touch and for the feel
Your body's beat is what she craves to keep her alive
Drains your warmth in her eyes out of your soul
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