My Darkness roasting next to an open fire.
Killing Frost nipping at my neck.
Rhys with his eye all aglow,
Will be begging for my bed tonight.

You know that bedtime is on its way
And the choice of the evening will be made
And every randy Sidhe in the house
Will be spying to see if I'm gonna choose him.
                      
So, I offer you this simple choice.
To women from twenty to a billion
Add Green Galen and gentle Nicca
To the choices I have told
And pick one out for your self.
                      
'Cause you know that bedtime is on its way
And the choice of the evening will have to be made
Every randy Sidhe (who isn't?) in the house 
Will be spying to see if I'm gonna choose him tonight.