We turn down the lights, turn up our song
The weatherman got this one all wrong
Callin for a cold front moving in
We're home alone, its hotter than sin

the sun goes down
heat starts to rise
I can see desire
Swirl’n in your eyes


There could be
Snow on the ground
Ice on the trees
Wind blowing in
Minus 30 degrees
I could drink you in
Don't even need a cup
Mmm mmm you’re my kind of warm up

Pull those shades so the neighbors don't see
The way you move does something to me
Arms around my waist, pulling me in
Feelin like we're teenagers again

Pressing against me
for that long slow kiss
My fingers perfectly
Entwined in yours


There could be
Snow on the ground
Ice on the trees
Wind blowing in
Minus 30 degrees
I could drink you in
Don't even need a cup
Mmm mmm you’re my kind of warm up

Baby
Your kind of burn
Yeah it makes me glow
Where this is headed
We both want it to go

Oh
I could drink you in
Don't even need a cup
Mmm mmm you’re my kind of warm up

Pull the shades so the neighbors dont see
The way you move bout brings me to my knees

There could be
Snow on the ground
Ice on the trees
Wind blowing in
Minus 30 degrees
I could drink you in
Don't even need a cup
Mmm mmm you’re my kind of warm up