How strange, the west wind tells me I\'ve changed
A falling rain calls me back to my domain
Snow is settling in, asking where I\'ve been
I\'ve been here all the while, I say with a fading smile
Will you be staying for dinner
Only if you\'re having roasted filet of sinner
What would you drink, a poet\'s ink
Blood of the dead goes to my head, better make it red
Will you spend the night
If over your bed we don\'t fight
Your room is over there
I\'ll sleep with you if you don\'t care
While I undress please don\'t stare
Why you wear no underwear
I thought you didn\'t care
Now bare, the bed to share