Twas the night before Christmas
And no stores were alive...

A bond among two
That words can't say...

Words are precious as air
We breath them out...

Is it the Sun that winds the clock
Or the clock that moves the Sun...

If I could bring you back
With words of compressed air...

I guess you can say I'm drawn to your same...
Cause your long slendering curves arouse my every...

If my heart was of bone
Instead of muscle tone...