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