Laying down on the couch,
Sitting upright, feeling cold,
But the room’s cozy warmth surrounds,
As flames roar low, half-mute.
Side by side we sit,
Oh, the girl—such a lady,
Don’t touch; she’s wild, like a cheetah,
High up on cloud nine,
We drive fast, toward the sky,
Together, aiming high.
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