I don't want to wake you
  But I'd like to tell you that I love you
  That the candlelight fell like a crescent
  Upon your feather pillow
    For there's more ways than one
  And the ways of the world are a blessing
  For when Pinky's dreaming
  She owes the world nothing
  And her silence keeps us guessing
    Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July
  Quilted and timeless, seldom denied
  The trial and the error of my master plan
  Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler's hands
    You don't want to tell me
  But somehow you've guessed that I know
  Oh when dawn came this morning
  You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul
    For there's toast and honey
  And there's breakfast in bed on a tray
  Oh it's ten below zero
  And we're about to abandon our plans for the day