I made a bed for you by my fire And tended you when you were low I rubbed your tired shoulders with listen You massaged my fingers with know
Pas de deux fell the light on our rhythm As we drew velvet drapes βcross our view Cobbled streets of our Paris grew silent as the dream we created came true
We danced by our fire dressed in tender Sang songs sweet and low in our head You touched my heart with your question and our story we drifted to bedβ¦