You say that all you want are the simple things 
Long walks on lonely beaches, guitars with nylon strings 
But underneath you'd rather leap through a hoop of fire 
You shy away from lips that want, that want to kiss you 
Tongue-tied on formal evenings, wealth don't impress you 
But if you ask me you like the heat in a hoop of fire 
 
And it's hard to read just how you feel or what your dreams desire 
Your pulse that races when I'm close reads like a hoop of fire 
Your pulse that races when I'm close reads like a hoop of fire 
 
No late nights making love in secret places 
You feel pressure all around you, mistrust in strangers faces 
But don't pretend you wouldn't spend some time in a hoop of fire 
 
But don't pretend you wouldn't spend some time in a hoop of fire