On a wintry night he sneaked up behind
And whispered, “Who do you love?”
She smiled and said, “It’s you, baby boy, you know it’s you.”
So they kissed in the snow until their toes were frozen,
Then laughing, rushed home to bed.
I have a perfect life.
So people say; so it must be.
I want for nothing, except for you.
There, I said it: I want you.
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