Sparks

For the sake of man he has forsaken his whole tan
Living in the snow advancing how much we will know
But his heart cries out
Barbecutie, Barbecutie, Barbecutie, you Barbecutie,
when you're with him he is warm
Let's pursue this more why should he leave so much that's warm
To his detriment maybe he's oh so slightly bent
Ask her, she would know
Barbecutie...
The friends are getting friendly on the lawn