Ballad Of NGB

I can feeel her rapid weight,
Dark and glittering,
Sharp and shimmering,
So pure, so damn pure…
Dancing in the kitchen,
Cooking up the snowstorm. x2
She was woven,
Poured in glass
Eyes like crystals of frozen fire.
She strolled in dressed only in a bracelet.
Scarlet lips they cut sweet as a razor
So pure, so damn pure…
Dancing in the kitchen,
Cooking up the snowstorm.
Lie to me, Matilda, la-la-lie to me.
Lie to me, Matilda, la-la-lie to me,
Cause you know damn good x2
Dancing in the kitchen,
Cooking up the snowstorm.
I can feel the clock tick-tock, tick-tock
In her room, oh in her room. x2
Dancing in the kitchen,
Cooking up the snowstorm. x3