One-two-three—HIT IT! Well I met her on a Friday on the edge of town, Red-hot smile that could melt me down. But the minute I leaned in, she turned away twice, Oh lord, that girl is fire ice! She’ll grab your hand, then she lets it fall, Laugh real sweet, then she gives you the stall. She’s cool as winter, warm as July, She’ll freeze your heart, then electrify! Fire ice! Fire ice! She’s burnin’ me up, then she’s chillin’ me twice! Fire ice! Fire ice! I never know when she’s naughty or nice. Yeah, she’s a flicker, she’s a spark, she’s a rollin’ dice, That wild little woman made of fire ice! She’ll dance real close with a wiggle and spin, Then poof! She’s gone like the night blew in. I chase her left, she runs off right, Man, I’m losin’ sleep every single night! I’ve had sweet girls, mean girls too, But none ever rocked me like this one do! She’s heat and frost in the same device, That’s why I call her… Fire ice! Fire ice! Fire ice! She’s burnin’ me up, then she’s chillin’ me twice! Fire ice! Fire ice! She’ll break your heart and make it feel nice, Yeah, she’s a spark, she’s a flame, she’s a cold slice… That rock ’n’ roll lady made of fire ice! Now don’t say I didn’t warn ya once or twice… She’s hot… she’s cold… She’s FIRE ICE!
