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 ’cross 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 bed…