Mittens

Icy fingers without a home
 Cause of mittens that were never sewn
 Last year When they got a tear
 But its too cold outside tonight
 For fingers to put up a fight
 Against the wind the snow the air is white
 But I know of a place
 Where its nice and warm
 there's no one home
 You could change your plans
 I'll warm your hands
 You won't need your mittens tonight
 Your hat fell off when you crossed the street
 And a car ran it over with its muddy feet
 And now your ears can only hear the cold
 You should have put your long johns on
 But its too late now and your legs are gone
 You can't feel them they're frozen to the bone
 So won't you come on up to my room
 There's a fire lit you'll warm up soon
 You'll have no regrets when I warm your legs
 You won't need your long underwear
 I know of a place
 Where its nice and warm
 there's no one home
 You could change your plans
 I'll warm your hands
 You won't need your mittens tonight