Meeting you, with a view of his drill
Face to face in secret places, feel the chill.
Night fall covers me, but you know the plans Im making,
Still oversea, could it be your zipper opening wide
A sacred why? , a mystery gaping inside
The weekends why?
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire,
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire,
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire.....
Choice for you, is the view of his drill
Between the shades, assination standing still.
The first crystal tears, fall as snowflakes on your body
First time in years, to drench you skin with lovers rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame,
A chance to die..
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal AIDS is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see.. is the view of his drill
Ping! The completed parody?

Daniel Craig is the next "Blond... James Blond."