It’s a cold, cold wind,
or a stiff, stiff drink,
that brings you so close to me,
and bad as it may be,
let the wind blow,
let the drink flow.
because you’re warm,
because you touch,
because,
because.
Because it’s been years ‘n years since I’ve had more than passing passion for those I’ve touched.
‘n I doubt you’ve thought as much,
but darlin’ that touch,
that simple touch,
‘n I’m not one to make a fuss,
but keep those fingers in my stubble,
let the wind blow,
let the drink flow.
fingertips ‘n licked lips can stay fantasy,
but that touch.
That touch.
