The Ballad of the Snow Queen - Stephin Merritt

In the center of the old town

Is the plaza where the young boys go

With their sledges in the slippery snow

We begin our little tale of woe

With the sledge all red and trusty

Of a plucky little boy called K

Who hooked onto any passing sleigh

Till one led him very far away

'Twas the Snow Queen, Iwis

Who had taken him hold

When she gave him a kiss

He no longer felt cold

She was tall and white with beauty

And she wrapped him in her bearskin coat

He discovered they could simply float

On the air as if upon a boat

They abandoned the sleigh

As they took to the wing

With her second kiss, K

Could remember nothing

And she said to him then

With her icicle breath

«If I kissed you again

I should kiss you to death»