| Come here, baby, in front of the fire
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| I’d like to look into your eyes
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| Loosen your clothes, get out of that seat
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| Come and feel my body heat
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| Because when I get back home
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| And see you sitting by the fire grate
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| I hold you in my arms
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| Switch on to that real-log fire effect
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| Saliva’s sweetness, we perspire
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| All things are one in front of the fire
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| Melting flesh on the front room floor
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| That’s what my fireside favourite’s for
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| And now that I’m back home
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| Toasting crumpets by the fire grate
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| Oh you feel so warm
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| Turn on to that thrill of fire effect
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| Hey now, honey, open your eyes
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| There’s a mushroom cloud up in the sky
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| Your hair is falling out and your teeth have gone
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| Your legs are still together but it won’t be long
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| Your head was on my shoulder
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| Now I’m kissing the skull
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| My heart is melting slowly as my senses dull
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| Now we’re just a scab on a piece of wire
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| All things are done in front of the fire
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| You’re my fireside favourite
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| You’re my fireside favourite
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| You’re my fireside favourite
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| You’re my fireside favourite |