The mail you sent me was hot
I put it in an almanac
And look it up a lot.
You’re between Fiona and Katrina
But I forget everyone else
After I’ve seen ya.
In January I get cold
But I flip open to your page
And the view never gets old.
One of these nights
I’m going to take you to Alaska
And show you a temple of lights.
There’ll be an attendance of two
It’ll be my one shot
And I hope I never miss you.
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