A girl consumed by fire. We all know her desire. From the plans that she has made. I have her on a promise. Immerse me in your splendor. All the plans that I have made. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. She’s waited for. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. Oh this is the one. This is the one. She’s waited for. I’d like to leave the country. For a month of sundays. Burn the town where I was born. If only she’d believe me. Bellona belladonna. Burn me out or bring me home. And this is the one. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. She’s waited for. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. Oh this is the one. This is the one. I’ve waited for. Oh this is the one. Oh this is the one. This is the one. I’ve waited for. This is the one. Oh this is the one. Oh this is the one. This is the one. I’ve waited for. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. Oh this is the one. This is the one. I’ve waited for. It may go right. But it might go wrong. This is the one. This is the one. She’s waited for. And this is the one. This is the one. This is the one. This is the one. She’s waited for. And this is the one. Oh this is the one. Ah this is the one. This is the one. I’ve waited for