212

City lights shine bright on an ice-cold winter night paint her window scene

It's 212 and I still think of her - oh what to do

She's the song I sing

And does she feel me there with the ghost of my hands running through her -

Bare body and soul?

Or feel my breath on her neck -

And the warm sensation down her back -

Right down to the core?

Or a little hush-hush kiss tonight

A little touch-touch - oh, feels right

A little dance - with me - tonight