"Burn Your Fingers"

Was there ever a time I could sing these lyrics with a straight face? I doubt it. Certainly not now. I like the music for this one, and the recording, made at Hinge Studio in Chicago, came out pretty well, but those words…sheesh! But why stop with embarrassing words?

Why not accompany them with an embarrassing photo! 

Burn Your Fingers

© 1994 Brian Hutzell

Once, you were taught

The iron is too hot, too hot

Careful of the stove

Don’t get too close, too close

But the warnings didn’t kill your hunger for the thrill

If you like to swelter, come to me; I’ll give you shelter

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

If you’re in the mood for danger, excitement and such

If you’re not afraid to blister, I’ll tell you where to touch

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

When you fly

Don’t go too high, too high

The blazing sun

Could be too much, too much

The power of the star tempting you to ride too far

Be aware you could be stung when the fire flicks his tongue

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Can you take the furnace?  Feel your body sizzle and scorch

Welcome to my inferno; let me light your torch

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

If you’d rather burn than smolder--rather play it rough than nice

Come to my volcano; become the sacrifice

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me

Burn your fingers, burn your fingers on me