Soft caress and gentle touch
He tries to keep her calm
He wouldn’t want to do anything
to ignite the Napalm bomb
Carefully he tries to read her mind
And find out what to say
He doesn’t want to startle or erupt
This fatal spherical gray
Napalm, napalm, napalm
She might burn you
Napalm, napalm, napalm
Roast and toast
Today just might not be his day
It seems the tide is turning
So unfortunately for him
Today she feels like burning
He steps his toe across the line
Now he’ll pay with blood
The bombs rage loose and fierce
He’s trapped in a fiery flood
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