Irish Fire

From the spark in her voice, to the glint in her hazel eyes so rare From the steel in her nerve, to the highlights in her auburn hair She defines her space, with an aesthetic so pure and real She’s a drunkard and a goddess, As she sways in the cold night air She’s got a wandering eye, She’s filled with unquenched desire She’s got a Gypsy spirit, Burning with Irish Fire Roving questions, A’ine inspires Gypsy spirit, Irish Fire She goes around the world, on very moonless night She’s the force of Diana, the wisdom in the sunbeam bright There’s a curl in her lip, power crackles through her like flame Exploring depths of her passion, in her grip so firm and tight She’s got a wandering eye, She’s filled with unquenched desire She’s got a Gypsy spirit, Burning with Irish Fire Roving questions, A’ine inspires Gypsy spirit, Irish Fire She’s beautiful and wicked, brush her ivory, freckled skin You’ll let her take control, feel her burning deep within Such a perfect smile, and a mind that’ll cut you to shreds Bruised and bleeding, it’ll leave you wanting it to never end She’s got a wandering eye, She’s filled with unquenched desire She’s got a Gypsy spirit, Burning with Irish Fire Roving questions, A’ine inspires Gypsy spirit, Irish Fire How can I explain it? It’s a deep, dark compulsion I try to stop it from wracking my brain, but it bubbles up like an explosion It’s that perfect storm, that keeps me coming back again Don’t try to figure it out, I fight like hell but I still drown in her ocean She’s got a wandering eye, She’s filled with unquenched desire She’s got a Gypsy spirit, Burning with Irish Fire Roving questions, A’ine inspires Gypsy spirit, Irish Fire