This night is getting old
A little misty
Under the street light you glow
I think I'm in love again.

My hands are getting cold
I touch your skin, and
Oh all the heat that flows
I think I'm in love again.

This urge to stick to your chest
I don't care if people see
Let them envy
Oh darling you're my home.

I need your warmth
Won't you hold me close?
Nothing is warmer than you in this freezing cold.

Won't you hold my face?
Won't you kiss my head?
Won't you wrap me in your pattern overcoat?