She huddled in the corner
She cuddled in the sheets
She asked her Lord and savior
If the two of them could meet
She promised to be casual
Quite and discrete
In a proper manner
On a getaway retreat
Just to talk about the weather
And have something sweet to eat
Not to talk about harsh subjects  
That I wouldn’t dare repeat
Or to match wits on a topic
Of which I can’t compete
But rather sit around and get some sun
In the summer heat