Standing on the boulevard
You wish to know my name
I'm the Ice Maiden
I think perhaps you like being unhappy
I'm the Ice Maiden - The limit of your dreams

Arctic winds blow and still you believe
Loves makes you one of the chosen
Die in the snow - I'll never grieve
So what if tomorrow you're frozen
Death is a small price for heaven

Welcome to the glow of high octane affairs
Esperanto style and blonde disheveled hair
Subterranean streams, duckling you're a swan
Infinities of dreams imploding into one

All those nights I dreamt of you
I wonder where they've gone

You're the Ice Maiden

Standing on the boulevard
I've always known your name
You're the Ice Maiden
Let you and I grow frosty together
You're the Ice Maiden - Today you meet your match

Girl when I burn - Hell nothing's the same
I'll singe your pretty blonde lashes
We're talking fire - We're talking flame
We're talking ice into ashes
But death is a small price for heaven

All those nights I dreamt of you
I wonder where they've gone
Girl when I burn - Hell nothing's the same
I'll singe your pretty blonde lashes
We're talking fire - We're talking flame
We're talking ice into ashes

But death is a small price for heaven


Paris Smith

Little Paris Smith

Lovely name for a girl is Paris Smith

Baby Paris Smith

Don't repeat my mistakes Paris Smith

Paris : Any music worth its salt is good for dancing

Paris : But I tried to be the Fred Astaire of words

Paris you heard

Little Paris Smith one day you'll have a job

Yes Paris Smith

Baby Paris Smith don't you grow up a snob

No Paris Smith

Paris : There are benefits to syncopated motion

Paris : Which no high falutin' double talk can show - Paris

Paris : Any music worth its salt is good for dancing

Paris : But I tried to be the Fred Astaire of words

Paris you heard