Oh, baby, how about a kiss? You said, “Okay, but I don’t want to do this” Here’s me as a mover Me as a mover Got no opinion Listening to the yessing of the snow There’s no pressure I’m not less sure I’m ready to go “Oh I dare you Oh, daddy, take us everywhere” Me as a mover Me as a mover Got no opinion Watching a dead leaf etching on the snow The slow gesture I’m even less sure of which way to go “Oh everything is leaving It seems there’s wings on everything, oh” Oh, baby, how about that kiss? You said, “Okay, but I still don’t want to do it” Here’s me as a mover Me as a mover Me, I’m the mover