Under the blanket everything is all right.
Under the blanket I feel protected.
It´s so warm here...
With this never ending chat, we get to know each other. You are more me, I´m more you.
Under the blanket there´s no sorrow or pain
A war of cushions make us laugh,
Tickles are the only weapons in our wars
Wish to live in a bed with you.
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