Think I'm dark?
Oh how I deceive you
When I revel in the black of the night
Touch on tantric meditation
In my subtle motion
Completed with all of my energy
And intensity
When I look dead straight into your eyes
As I lick your lips
Ready for the venomous kiss
They expect
And sweet temptation to behold
Is not only the evil magic
You have witnessed on the lips
Of a hundred other night women
The intoxication you feel is stronger
Than anything you've ever felt before
Think I'm dark?
Oh how I deceive you
When I hold you in the black of the night.