In the bedroom, the parlor or even the street
There's no place on earth
When the red candles flicker
And the curtains will shake and the fire will hiss
And the moon grows dimmer
And her black beads shimmer
And you′re aching to move
But you′re caught in the web
Sooner or later your love will arrive
And she touches your heart
That can puncture such bliss
Sooner or later you bathe in success
They say nothing but "YES"
And the moon grows dimmer
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you′re caught in the web