It's 27 degrees you wanna free up those sheets? our extremities frost bitten quite deep ly
I can't make my bed with you in it I sorely wish that I could lie another minute We can't have that, for fear you might leave my pocket and once it starts there's not a lot that can stop it
I fail to find the thermostat and I can't ask you where it's at because to rouse you from your sleep would disrupt a thing of beauty
Don't be shy pull the faceplate on the enclosure aside you'll be a hero to this house if you can banish the cold without
You should hear the things that I have read the ease with which men end up in your bed You work within such lax prerequisites for fear of finding your bed desolate
I could care less what you do it just reflects poorly upon you You could care less what I say but I swear you'll wake up alone someday