Fireside Favourites - Fad Gadget

Come here, baby, in front of the fire

I’d like to look into your eyes

Loosen your clothes, get out of that seat

Come and feel my body heat

Because when I get back home

And see you sitting by the fire grate

I hold you in my arms

Switch on to that real-log fire effect

Saliva’s sweetness, we perspire

All things are one in front of the fire

Melting flesh on the front room floor

That’s what my fireside favourite’s for

And now that I’m back home

Toasting crumpets by the fire grate

Oh you feel so warm

Turn on to that thrill of fire effect

Hey now, honey, open your eyes

There’s a mushroom cloud up in the sky

Your hair is falling out and your teeth have gone

Your legs are still together but it won’t be long

Your head was on my shoulder

Now I’m kissing the skull

My heart is melting slowly as my senses dull

Now we’re just a scab on a piece of wire

All things are done in front of the fire

You’re my fireside favourite

You’re my fireside favourite

You’re my fireside favourite

You’re my fireside favourite