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 face vein 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