| Song | The Edge Of Heaven |
| Artist | Candlemass |
| Album | Tales Of Creation |
| She likes it hot | |
| she likes a tan | |
| she steals my infra fed when I'm gone | |
| oh no can it be | |
| we're heading for a heatwave | |
| Her legs are brown | |
| a trace of rust | |
| she's in love with a MKII deluxe | |
| oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave | |
| Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled | |
| she browns herself in a sea of olive oil | |
| and I come around and she's relaxing | |
| in the conservatory |