Hot and Blue

I am earth that's not yet plowed,

All alone within a crowd.

Coldly waitin' for the sun,

Summer's night is not yet run.

Come caress me; you want to.

You'll find me cold and hot and blue.

I am fires not yet stoked,

I'm a drug that's not been smoked.

I am ice that's boiling hot;

Come and taste just what I got.

Will you touch me? Would you dare to?

I promise you I'm hot and blue.