I don't have my gloves in my coat
To survive you'll have to be a polar bear
The snow's so high but I'll keep you afloat
Now you've cracked the ice rink
And hot cocoa burned your lip
Great, now your tooth has a chink
Baby you ought to get a grip
You told a kid Santa's fictitious
You want Chanel in your stocking
His mother thinks your malicious
All the snowsuits you're mocking
Baby, my body is numb
Hurry up or I'll get ice in my hair
Warm me up with a bottle of rum
I lost my hat, do you have a spare?
TBC. . .
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