One is fire, one is ice. Both to me are nice Fire burns me with a passion Ice chills me to the bone
One is fire, one is ice. Fire, her blonde flowing of hair Her deep sea blue eyes burn any man. Her lips as red as roses, Softer then any rose petals She warms my heart Giving me love.
One is fire, one is ice Ice, her pitch black flourish of hair Her dark piercing eyes give me a lick of danger Lips like a black licorice Cold to the touch with her metallic rings, She freezes over my heart, Stealing...