When I listen to this song, I think of hot chocolate. I imagine myself dancing for my lover on a dance floor, nothing crazy, just cute. I think of winter. I think of fairy lights under my makeshift fort of blankets. I imagine, as the lyrics say, putting my hands in his sweater. How warm.
My lady of the night, can't romance her no!
Charging through the night her engine roars
With screaming tyres, spewing flames
Knocking at hells door she's a metal monster