Inside, Outside
You're inside, I'm outside
Come and stand with me
We'll look off to the mountains
See the colors on the trees
It's cool now in the mornings
Summer's gone, I shrug
I have a nice warm blanket
But I need a snuggle bug
I'd love for you to be her
I wouldn't ask for much
Just a kiss or hug perhaps?
Or maybe your soft touch
The invitation's open
I hope it comes to be
Before I turn one hundred five
And if it does, whoopeeeee!!
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