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