Well, I would rather do a lot of despicable things
Then sit around and wait, sit around and wait for the telephone to ring
Why do you wait, what are you waiting for?
Stop looking out the window, looking out the window
He came at your front door
I'm so cold
But I'm nice beneath the ice
So deep, never doing as I'm told
And it's cold outside
But I think you'll get used to it, darling
And it's dark out there
But isn't scary
I'm the cold, I'm the snow
Make it hurt until you go
I'm the dark, I'm the night
I may bark, but never bite
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen