I met a woman at the laundry mat
She left her sock in my dryer
I met a woman in a yellow cap
It said brimstone and fire
I said is this luck? With just a glance
She smiled, and I thought, is this a sign?
From above or below?... Oh no... Brimstone...
Brimstone and fire...

The next week at the cinema
She pur her hand on my shoulder
She almost kissed me walking home
And I didn´t even scold her
Then I said where is this leading with just a heavy sigh
I quickened my pace and she was following
as if her heart would never tire
Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire...

Now we have dinner every Saturday
I make spaghetti, she brings cake
I make spaghetti with tomato sauce,
Because that´s all I can make
And when she lights the candles
I think, here we go...
But it´s so pleasant after all
And I say very low
Don´t forget to light the fire

Brimstone and fire...
Brimstone and fire...
Brimstone and fire...