There’s a fire in my heart
There’s a fire in my heart
My love never gives into despair
Never will it fall from its cart
If it did it would need repair
She is beauty all on her own
Burning passion raging great
Golden lockets make me moan.
Bet she would make a terrific mate
Passion water never could contain
Burning embers growing bright
Loss of love equals lots of pain
Lovemaking constant through the night
Branches twisting in the wind
Singles become doubles on the mend
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