Once upon a wintry night,
Sullen, bleak, my lover and I
found ourselves with a frozen plight -
lost in a blight, lost in a blight.
We came upon a hidden lair,
but to our luck no one was there.
Though we were feeling some despair,
we would take care, we would take care.
A broken lock and we were in,
To light the fireplace within,
And so engage in carnal sin -
our warming skin, our warming skin.
Brazen, bare by the fire side,
With candles lit, and clothing dried,
We snuggled close to love divine -
our souls collide, our souls collide.