Two cold fingers 

I feel your ghostly touch 

Your two cold fingers against my waist.

It’s odd really I love you and fear you 

Don’t go in haste 

I felt your loving touch 

But it’s now a touch of death 

Those two cold fingers stabbing at my soul

Like needles into a voodoo doll

These cold fingers could kill me 

But would I let that happen to you 

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