I can feeel her rapid weight,
Dark and glittering,
Sharp and shimmering,
So pure, so [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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