its getting cold she said well there's a blanket on my bed i said and i can warm it up for you you know there's room enough for 2 and there's a rumour on the street that you still think i'm kind of sweet why don't you lean back in your chair relax, let down your hair
it's getting cold she said well there's a blanket on my bed you see and you can warm it up with me and you can light that up feel free and there's a rumour that i've heard but i won't say another word i've got some wine that we can sip and then you know i'd like to taste the cigarette on your lips
tonight i don't want to have to fight there's something in your eyes some still-smoldering fire
tonight the ashes in your eyes they match the smoke on your tongue the night's still young