Ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo
Ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo
Intense silence as
she walked in the room
Her black robe's trailing,
sister of the moon
And a black widow
spider makes more
sound than she
And black moons in
those eyes of hers
made more sense to me
Heavy persuasion,
it was hard to breathe
She was dark at
the top of the stairs,
she called to me
And so I followed
as friends often do
I cared not for
love nor money
And I think she knew
Well, the people,
they love her
And still they are
the most cruel
She asked me,
"Be my sister
Sister, sister
of the moon"
Ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo
Some call her
sister of the moon
Some say, illusions
are her game
They like to wrap
her in velvet
Does anyone, ooh,
know her name?