I get up out of my lazy chair
daydream to stare out the window
and I'm looking for someone to dance with me.

I envision little footprints in snow,
two pairs pointed at one another,
made one with a cold kiss and
who'll ask me for my coat?

You'll say I'm drunk and ought to get some sleep. I'll say I'm happy and not afraid of winter. Now let's meet outside while my bones are still warm.