Skin Of The Night Testo

Like a moth she moves to the red light
Her blood warms and boils there
She skims the sweat like a new milk
As pops the buttons of 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...)
She is haunting me!
She digs her nails into her naked chest
Miles of 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...)
She is haunting me!