Alone in the electricity tonight,
Mouths and moving pictures telling lies,
How the TV warms my cold hands,
Sad how nothing ever reaches back.

Little boys, little boys, little girls,
Come over here,
I want 2 or 3 of my own,
Little boys, little girls,
Please let me near you,
I am no mother alone.

Way to cold for the people in the skin,
Shelter us in the wooly snow.

Way to cold for the people in the skin,
Shelter us in the wooly snow.

Radio shocked me in the tub last night,
The magazine wallpaper,
Stares back "sleep tight",
Where are the people,
Why don't they hear me,
How can those dearest be so empty?

Little boys, little boys, little girls,
Come over here,
I want 2 or 3 of my own,
Little boys, little girls,
Please let me near you,
I am no mother alone.

Way to cold for the people in the skin,
Shelter us in the wooly snow.

Way to cold for the people in the skin,
Shelter us in the wooly snow.

Way to cold for the people in the skin,
Shelter us in the wooly snow