I met a woman at the laundry mat
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She left her sock in my dryer
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I met a woman in a yellow cap
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It said brimstone and fire
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I said is this luck ? With just a glance
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She smiled, and I thought, is this a sign ?
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From above or below ?... Oh no... Brimstone...
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Brimstone and fire...
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The next week at the cinema
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She pur her hand on my shoulder
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She almost kissed me walking home
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And I didn't even scold her
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Then I said where is this leading with just a heavy sigh
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I quickened my pace and she was following
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as if her heart would never tire
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Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire...
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Now we have dinner every Saturday
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I make spaghetti, she brings cake
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I make spaghetti with tomato sauce,
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Because that's all I can make
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And when she lights the candles
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I think, here we go...
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But it's so pleasant after all
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And I say very low
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Don't forget to light the fire
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Brimstone and fire...
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Brimstone and fire...
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Brimstone and fire...
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Brimstone And Fire
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| Cyndi Lauper |
