The heat I can survive
But can't stand losing you
Talking to ones self is boring
Especially now when the
Temperature is soaring

If my loneliness could be
Measured in degrees--
Why! I would be
falling below thirty-three

Wish we could talk this over
A glass of iced tea--
Hot coffee for me--
At the corner booth
Just you and me--

Like it used to be. . . .