You lost your tan from a few months ago.
Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow.
I feel my pulse start to increase the flow
On this cold, winters night, with such beauty on show.
You dont like winter, youre a summer girl.
Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurled.
But I can see youre a Celtic princess
And in pale, northern lights, youre at your very best.
My goodness!
Well, how do you do?
Its taken generations
Of lucky breeding
To make you,
To make you.
In my lifes challenges, you must be first prize.
I can see gold in the light of your eyes.
My honest soul, it just yearns to be free.
And Im sure it would happen, if you lie with me.
My goodness!
Well, how do you do?
Its taken generations
Of lucky breeding
To make you,
They made you.
You lost your tan from a few months ago.
Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow.
I feel my pulse start to increase the flow
On this cold, winters night, with such beauty on show.
On this cold, winters night, with such beauty on show.
On this cold, winters night, with such beauty on show.