In the cold, coldest of nights The fire I light, to warm my bones Oh love, 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 fur I see the dust in the morning light ??????? And by the telly appears Salome I sit up amazed As she dances and demands The head of ???????? on a plate Oh, It's Salome Oh, It's Salome
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