Slipping on ice makes me think of you, baby
It’s cold out tonight and I forgot my boots, baby
Take me to your house, make me some tea
You know the way I like it, baby, leafy green
Take me to your couch, we’ll watch TV
You know the kind I like, baby, episode three
You look real nice when you wear my shirt, baby
Let’s stay in tonight digging up some dirt, baby
When the time is right, we’ll go to sleep
Swimming and swallowed up in your linen sheets
When the time is right, we’ll both agree
That slipping on ice is what we’ll always be
