she sits at the table
oh beautiful eyes
with a fork in her hand she smiles

i gather the coal
let's start a fire
oh beautiful flames rise higher

she sets down the fork
puts her hands on the table
the reflection of flames in her eyes

she picks up the meat
bites down with her teeth
the juices drip
oh beautiful lips
she wipes and she smiles
"put more coal on the fire
we haven't done anything wrong"