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It’s cold out tonight, and the coyotes are howling at Her Majesty.

It’s cold out tonight, and it’s the end of a travesty.

The summer has faded, and I’m getting happy, it’s not enough to contain me.

I’m never letting you go. We’re perfect and loving and passion and flames,

And I can’t seem stop it, I doubt I would if I could.

We’re famous and different, we made the rules for this game and we’re the MVPs.

It’s cold out, I’m laughing, the smoke from my mouth is the hot, exaughst of our lust.

I’m exhaling passion and inhaling your excellence. Her Excellency is shining so bright tonight.

I’m not tired, or broken, or wasted when we’re together, we’re as light as the weather

The clouds all descending, we’re never-ending, this town looks beautiful in October.

Move over, it’s cold out, I can’t seem to get out, I doubt I would if I could.

We’re the brood of the Queen, and we’ll never be clean, but it’s alright,

You’re with me, I’m with you, we’re together, we’re falling like hail (the Queen!) into love.

The suffering has frozen with October and your touch.

We can’t get enough of each other, my lover.

We’re hovering like dragons, so close so high up, Her Highness.

We’re blinded and we can’t see, but it doesn’t matter, because we’re lost in our love.

October, all over, hung over, fall over and over and over again, in love.