It sure is a chilly night,
hope the bed bug won’t bite,
you will dream that life is white,
just stay asleep through the night.
Close your eyes dear,
and set your mind free,
there lies a path that is clear,
there the dream shall start underneath a tree.
It is warm, it is red, and it is me,
we shall lie in the beat of two,
the sweet lullaby is now sang to me,
and I shall then hum the same tune too.
As we are about to share the twilight kiss
where white is no longer white,
do not be sad and enjoy the bliss
of being still and I will hold you tight.
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hope the bed bug won’t bite,
you will dream that life is white,
just stay asleep through the night.
Close your eyes dear,
and set your mind free,
there lies a path that is clear,
there the dream shall start underneath a tree.
It is warm, it is red, and it is me,
we shall lie in the beat of two,
the sweet lullaby is now sang to me,
and I shall then hum the same tune too.
As we are about to share the twilight kiss
where white is no longer white,
do not be sad and enjoy the bliss
of being still and I will hold you tight.