her taste of adventure is not exhausted

They say it's the way you wear your hat
I say it's the mind you have on at
they say it's me, my style, my tos and fros
i say it's the weather, the blues, the wooes
They say your pajamas were cute
I say your flavors are absolute
And so we go on saying this and that
Till we cannot stop
And the night becomes a nightmare
Full of reasonable thoughts
Not until I won't be able to sleep
I'll watch you in deep
In your dos and dids