She’s borderline euphoric
In her favorite old blue jeans
And sweater of pink angora coming
Apart at the shoulder seams
She’s borderline ecstatic
In slippers one size too big
They’re perfect for searching her attic
It’s her own archaeological dig and she’s

Soft to the touch
A comfy cozy girl
She’s never felt this much
Open to the world
She loves her little home
Wrapped in winter white
It warms her to the bone
In every room’s a song,
It fills her cup with light

She’s borderline despondent
She crawls back to bed and curls
Into fetal position upon it
And starts reinventing her world
She borderline restores it
By singing awake old dreams
In her sweater of pink angora
She’s a woman of such extremes

Now these poets in pink angora
Have only their muse to call
A song pours out the answer
It saves them before they fall
Know when you go to hold her
She’s too moody for repair
But she’s a true blue rock’n’roller
Who just says, “So what? See if I care.”

She’s soft to the touch
A comfy cozy girl
She never felt this much
Open to the world
She loves her little home
Wrapped in winter white
Warms her to the bone
Here comes another song
It fills her cup with light
It warms her to the bone
She’s always got a song
To fill her cup with light
It warms her to the bone
She’ll never be alone
Her cup is full of light