Every fire is an act of Godly forces
With a fire you don't need the cleanest air
And a fire does not feed off sacred sources
Oh she's a fire and I am medium rare
Chorus I
Yet I'll tell my friends it's nothing but a tan
That I'm a victim of uncertain circumstance
I've been burned before by her allure ah sure
If this is the fever she's the cure
She's as cool as a cucumber
And sublime as a diet coke on ice
I'm frozen by my own desire
Chilled to the bone and it feels nice
Chorus II
But I think I'll tell her friends that I'm her man
She'll be a victim of my wild eye glance
I've got the cold shoulder before ah sure
She's making me numb all the more
Bridge:
Time is beckoning for a dead reckoning
An estimation for any anticipation
I'm wondering if her mind is wandering
And thinking about me with some longing expectation
Ah, fuddy duddy. All of my dreams are muddy
The days are dark and cruddy
With heart beating hard and bloody
Oh, what's in a desperate glare?
Hot seat, electric chair
My mind is ill prepared
Me oh my, this heart feels dared
Chorus III
But I'll tell my friends that she's gone and moved
No one has to know I never followed through
I'm washed up on the shore of losers, say no more, say no more
But what could have I ever done to make her love me more