No limit to how far I can spread
My body wide across my bed
My legs can move from side to side
I can sleep straight thru the night
Alls still under my linen sheets
I don't have to cringe from frozen feet
No early searches for missing socks
Or pants, or shoes, no silly talks
But when I wake up to the sun
I admit that you have won
And lying there in my defeat
I long for the cold of your frozen feet
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