Siberian Nights

I could whip you up like cream I could drink your seven seas Is that too close for comfort? I could make you come in threes I’m half way to my knees Am I too close for comfort? For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love For the gutless dogs, I got a love For the doomed youth, I got a love Won’t you tell me please Why they got no love for me Won’t you tell me please Why they show no love for me I’ll be charging through your dreams Riding bare chest silver steed Am I too close to the bone? Shake a little hup two three I’m Jesus, rip my jeans Am I too close for comfort? For the millionth time, I got a love For the blue eyed boys, I got a love For the cruel youth, I got a love Won’t you tell me please Why they got no love for me Won’t you tell me please Why they show no love for me Won’t you help me get through these Siberian nights? Won’t you help me get through these Siberian nights? You know it’s hard for me to be alone Tomorrow we’ll go back to our sides But tonight I need some warmth