He is waiting for her
He is needing her
He wants her to hold
But she is leaving him cold

He always gave the world to her
But she always wanted to go further
He would give her everything
But it is a chill she will bring

She is freezing, minus twenty
Her blood is made of ice
She will take him for plenty
Because she will entice

He never knows where she has been
But he loves her, she is his ice queen
He wants her, needs her, he is so sad
She uses him, hurts him, treats him bad

He tries to give up, but can not help how he feels
She always tempts him in those high heels
To her, his soul has long been sold
And she is so ****** very cold

She is freezing, minus twenty
Her blood is made of ice
She will take him for plenty
Because she will entice



copyright Chris Smith 2010