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