it's the icing on the cake
when the moon comes around
they'll have themselves a date
she'll shine her silver shimmer
he'll steam and he'll gleam
I guess they'll call that moon ice cream
my room is cold
but that's the way it is
and I shouldn't mind
the winter's bitter kiss
but I get so cold
when I feel so alone
then I think of you
and I start to feelin' warm
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