With winter winds pushing you faster
You're headed north for the weekend.
It's only just another hundred
Miles before you're at my door.
I'll hit the floor when you knock me over
But it won't hurt a single bit
'Cause clouds surround when you're around
And make the ground a distant thought
We ought to go outside,
But we just stay in bed instead
Fingers dancing on your skin
This type of thing should be a sin
Laughing at each other, even though
We haven't said a word
It's absurd how much you give me peace
Let's stay forever, like kitchen utensils
Under the covers with my lovely lover.
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