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 I am not alright