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 at all

I'm the cold, I'm the snow
Make it hurt until you go
I'm the dark, I'm the night
I'm a bark, but never bite
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen
I'm the snow queen