I will trim your fir trees

And I will light your fire

And I will wrestle alligators

In your swampland of desire



And I will come upon you

Like lightning from above

And I will plant my feet into

Your quagmire of love

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I will trim your fir trees

And I will light your fire

And I will wrestle alligators

In your swampland of desire



So here's to my little sunbelt queen

I'll take you places that you've never been

And I will show you things

That you have never seen

And I will tell you all about Martin Sheen



I will trim your fir trees

And I will light your fire

And I will wrestle alligators

In your swampland of desire



And I will come upon you

Like lightning from above

And I will plant my feet into

Your quagmire of love



I will trim your fir trees

And I will light your fire

And I will wrestle alligators

In your swampland of desire