Lyrics:
Well, I would rather do a lot of despicable thingsThan sit around and waitSit around and wait for the telephone to ringWhy do you wait?What are you waiting for?Stop looking out the windowLooking out the windowAnd get out your front doorI'm so cold, but I'm niceBeneathThe iceSo deepNever doing as I'm toldAnd it's cold outsideBut I think you'll get used to it, darlingAnd it's dark out thereBut isn't scary fun?I'm the cold, I'm the snowMake it hurt until you goI'm the dark, I'm the nightI would bark but never biteI'm the snow queen