Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights
 The fire I light, to warm my bones
 I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
 And from the flames, appears Salome
 I stand before her amazed
 As she dances and demands
 The head of john the baptist on a plate
 In the morning, shaken and disturbed
 From under soft white fur
 I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
 And by the telly appears Salome
 I stand before her amazed
 As she dances and demands
 The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
 Oh, It's Salome
 Oh, It's Salome
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 In the cold, coldest of nights
 The fire I light, to warm my bones
 I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
 And from the flames appears Salome
 I stand before her amazed
 As she dances and demands
 The head of any bastard on a plate