Inside, Outside

You're inside, I'm outside Come and stand with me We'll look off to the mountains See the colors on the trees It's cool now in the mornings Summer's gone, I shrug I have a nice warm blanket But I need a snuggle bug I'd love for you to be her I wouldn't ask for much Just a kiss or hug perhaps? Or maybe your soft touch The invitation's open I hope it comes to be Before I turn one hundred five And if it does, whoopeeeee!!