a December night, ten-oh-two
with snow on your sidewalk
and sides on yourself
(here we go again) I walked in,
tossed my coat to that man
and I saw you, yes, I saw you
in your tuxedo, looking like
James Bond or someone like that
and I was in that tootightforyou
tobreathereddress when you saw me
and we met in the middle
in the middle
in the middle of the dance floor
and we held each other
all the way to my bedroom floor
a December night, three-oh-nine
and you're taking the bobby pins
out of my hair (here we go again)
and this sweetsweetsweet touch
tootightforyoutoottightforme
and the screams weren't lost tonight
but those bobby pins were
and the sweatwetasted is still
on our lips, still on our breaths
and you are walking outside
with snow on your sidewalk
in your tuxedo, looking like
James Bond or someone like that
a December night, five-oh-two
or is it a December morning now?