Cold Or Hot
Sweetie pie, let's fly, let's fly
To somewhere far away
With summits, fjords, and snowy peaks
And cozy, warm chalets
A wood stove that is roaring
The scent of burning wood
Velour robes of cotton
Two in one, so good
I know it's cold, don't worry
We'll figure something out
I've some ideas I'll tell you
In private, not to tout
Or let's find a hidden beach somewhere
Secluded and secure
With crystal turquoise water
And pink sand on the shore
A beach umbrella made for two
A gingham blanket for
Eating, napping, reading on
And who knows? Maybe more
We'll spend the day together
And wait until sunset
Then what comes next we'll talk about
The night holds fervor yet
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