It's 27 degrees 
you wanna free up those sheets? 
our extremities 
frost bitten quite deep 
ly 

I can't make my bed with you in it 
I sorely wish that I could lie another minute 
We can't have that, for fear you might leave my pocket 
and once it starts there's not a lot that can stop it 

I fail to find the thermostat 
and I can't ask you where it's at 
because to rouse you from your sleep 
would [bad word] a thing of beauty 

Don't be shy 
pull the faceplate on the enclosure aside 
you'll be a hero to this house 
if you can banish the cold without 

You should hear the things that I have read 
the ease with which men end up in your bed 
You work within such lax prerequisites 
for fear of finding your bed desolate 

I could care less what you do 
it just reflects poorly upon you 
You could care less what I say 
but I swear you'll wake up alone someday 

I am not alright