I look out the window, it's cold outside,
the dead leaves have collected on the ground.
I begin dreaming of me and you,
I'm not startled by a single sound.
I have a fantasy of me and you,
running around in the Fall.
I would really like to call you someday,
my sweet bab_e_doll.

You are the flowers of the Spring,
you are the Summer's hot index heat.
You are the Winter's beautiful chill,
you are the Fall's awesome thrill.
You are the leaves that float in the air,
because you thrill me enough to care.
I want to be with you through it all,
my sweet bab_e_doll.

I want to watch you swim the waters,
I want to see you fly the sky.
I want to mine within your soul,
until I find the diamonds in your eyes.
As I slowly rub your skin,
I see a glitter shining through.
I know you're rich in gold,
from the beauty of which you grew.