Fire Down Below #3 - Shirley Bassey

Don’t believe my eyes, they’re the coldest eyes

But I’m not so cold, let me put you wise

Keeping the temperature so low, this is a work of art

For there’s a fire down below, down below in my heart

And my crazy lips, they’re such lazy lips

But there’ll come to life should we come to grips

If you have anything in mind, warn you before you start

There is a fire down below, down below in my heart

Now that you’re getting my number, know what I’m talking about

Pile on the coal and the lumber, don’t let the fire go out

I’ll admit my face is the quiet type

This can all be changed when the time is right

Call out the volunteer brigade, call out the fire cart

For there’s a fire down below, down below, down below

Down below in my heart

Now that you’re getting my number, know what I’m talking about

Pile on the coal and the lumber, don’t let the fire go out

I’ll admit my face is the quiet type

This can all be changed when the time is right

Call out the volunteer brigade, call out the fire cart

For there’s a fire down below, down below, down below

Down below in my heart