Fold here and there, gentle with care
I'm cold, igloo, need warmth from you
I don't want to be alone, wrap me up like provolone
Poem, I would write bad, not good
Metaphor is weak, no tongue, no cheek
I don't want to be alone, wrap me up like provolone
Not like swiss, it's way too holy
Not like bleu, it's way too moldy
I don't want to be cheesy
Be my jacket, cause it's getting breezy
Wrap your arms all around me, save me from the cold
Be the mozzarella on my garlic toast