We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
I can't sleep at night because of you
Moaning full of passion
But you're a dead woman,
Who still drives me crazy
You're yearning for eroticism
In your light death
And hunts me through the nights
With bittersweet distress
Baby, your paleness
Baby, your face
Baby, your horniness
Oh, baby, be my light
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
I can't sleep at night because of you
You haunt the house
I feel the pale shadow
The light turns on and off
You're yearning for hugs,
A little bit of endearment
Your heart is shouting out of the cold, out of the loneliness
Baby, your paleness
Baby, your face
Baby, your horniness
Oh, baby, be my light
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
The spook lulls me to sleep
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
The spook lulls me to sleep
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Ghosts, Ghost whore
Ghosts, Ghost whore