It's cold outside.
I want a place to hide,
Your heart will do.
That Inca city of Peru.
Maybe we would cuddle,
We need not to huddle.
See a flying star.
Waving hi from afar.
The crimson lights
our betrothed night.
Merry to our souls,
that only extols.
Don't be flattered,
By the words uttered.
Stay with me.
That I may not bleed.
I believe in second chances
I love second chances
But my love for you,
Has no undo.
My saturated love for you
Will bring memories in queue.
If it ain't anything special,
you are my approval.