Nothing so grand The cold of the nose As it touches my hand Nothing so sweet The smell of the fur As I kiss the cheek Nothing so right The joy of the jumps When returning at night Nothing so warm The feel of his body Until the next morn.
Nothing so grand The cold of the nose As it touches my hand Nothing so sweet The smell of the fur As I kiss the cheek Nothing so right The joy of the jumps When returning at night Nothing so warm The feel of his body Until the next morn.