You've 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 winter's night with such beauty on show      You don't like winter, you're a summer girl   Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurls   But I can see you're a Celtic princess   And in pale Northern Lights, you're at your very best      My goodness, well, how do you do?   It's taken generations of lucky breeding   To make you, to make you      In my life's challenge, 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 I'm sure it would happen if you lie with me      My goodness, well, how do you do?   It's taken generations of lucky Britons   To make you, they made you      You've 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 winter's night with such beauty on show   On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show   On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show