painted it in shades of dazzling white

The winter stars reflect off Lily Pond

and the rosy cheeked skaters there tonight

In the back of my 69 Chevie wagon

from the makeout spot top Heartbreak hill

We snuggle into that old sleeping bag

our bodies close to ward off winter's chill

We sip on cheap red wine from a bottle

my roaming fingers tease a nipple taut

The windows now turn the scene below

to a hazy abstract ...ooooh that's hot

Our lips taste forbidden moments

to a tinny radio'speakers rock and roll line

As our youthful night grows a little bolder

I begin to make you mine all mine

Wind moans through the cracked window

or maybe that was just you and me

Love's consumation in an arctic fire

only were sixteen innocent and free

Tap tap tap, outside our frosted windows

tap tap tap there it is again

A bright light not from the heavens

stabs my eyes in brutal pain

Please step out of the car young man

I'll need to see some form of ID

But the man in blue is smiling

knowing we're both as red-faced as we can be.