In the cold, the coldest of nights A fire alights 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 furs See the dust in the morning bright Sets the room alight
By the telly appears Salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate
Oh, Salome Oh, Salome!
In the cold, coldest of nights A fire alights to warm my bones I've had enough of the dreadful cold
From the flames appears Salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of any bastard on a plate
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