| Don’t believe my eyes, they’re the coldest eyes
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| But I’m not so cold, let me put you wise
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| Keeping the temperature so low, this is a work of art
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| For there’s a fire down below, down below in my heart
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| And my crazy lips, they’re such lazy lips
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| But there’ll come to life should we come to grips
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| If you have anything in mind, warn you before you start
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| There is a fire down below, down below in my heart
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| Now that you’re getting my number, know what I’m talking about
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| Pile on the coal and the lumber, don’t let the fire go out
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| I’ll admit my face is the quiet type
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| This can all be changed when the time is right
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| Call out the volunteer brigade, call out the fire cart
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| For there’s a fire down below, down below, down below
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| Down below in my heart
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| Now that you’re getting my number, know what I’m talking about
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| Pile on the coal and the lumber, don’t let the fire go out
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| I’ll admit my face is the quiet type
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| This can all be changed when the time is right
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| Call out the volunteer brigade, call out the fire cart
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| For there’s a fire down below, down below, down below
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| Down below in my heart |