Salome

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