In the cold morgue, my boss has gone, Now silence reigns and I'm all, all alone. You come to me with fire in your eyes, But here among the dead, such passion dies. Under the neon light's eerie glare, You whisper words that hang in the air. But darling, can't you see the chill, Of our macabre rendezvous thrill? You can't kiss me there, in the morgue's despair, Among the silent souls, where cold breathes the air. Inappropriate, yet thrilling, our forbidden lair, You can't kiss me there, but oh, do I dare? Do I dare? Autopsy tables, instruments laid, Where lifeless forms in shrouds are displayed. You press your lips, a dangerous tease, But love in this place could never appease. In the sterile chill, your warmth ignites, A juxtaposition of morbid delights. But darling, in this place of death, Our love's a shadow, a whispered breath. You can't kiss me there, in the morgue's despair, Among the silent souls, where cold breathes the air. Inappropriate, yet thrilling, our forbidden lair, You can't kiss me there, but oh, do I dare? Do I dare? In the dead of night, when all is still, Your touch sends shivers, a forbidden thrill. But here, my love, we must refrain, For in the morgue, our passion's slain. You can't kiss me there, in the morgue's despair, Among the silent souls, where cold breathes the air. Inappropriate, yet thrilling, our forbidden lair, You can't kiss me there, but oh, do I dare? Do I dare? In the quiet of the morgue, we part, Your longing gaze, a ghost in my heart. You can't kiss me there, but in the night’s embrace, We'll find our passion, in another place.