I'm not, I'm not finished. She knows I think about, and when I think about, One love, two mouths, one love, one half, No shirt, no blouse, just us, you find out, Nothing that I wouldn't want to tell you about, no, Cause it's too cold, for you here, and now, So let me hold, both your hands in, The holes of my sweater, and if I may just take your breath away.