^CLove is a b^Furning t^Ching and it makes a ^G7fiery ^Cring. Bound by ^Fwild desir^Ces, I fell into a r^G7ing of f^Cire.

^GI fell into a b^Furning ring of ^Cfire. I went ^Gdown, down, down, and the ^Fflames went ^Chigher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ^G7ring of ^Cfire, the ^G7ring of f^Cire.

^CThe taste of ^Flove is sw^Ceet, when hearts l^G7ike ours ^Cbeat. I fell for you ^Flike a c^Child, Oh, but the fir^G7e went w^Cild.

^GI fell into a b^Furning ring of ^Cfire. I went ^Gdown, down, down, and the ^Fflames went ^Chigher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ^G7ring of ^Cfire, the ^G7ring of f^Cire.

^GI fell into a b^Furning ring of ^Cfire. I went ^Gdown, down, down, and the ^Fflames went ^Chigher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ^G7ring of ^Cfire, the ^G7ring of f^Cire.