Sometimes I wish I was the weather. You'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained I'd be the talk of the day. Oh sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer.
Here comes the cold. Break out the winter clothes. And find a love to call your own. You - enter you. Your cheeks a shade of pink. And the rest of you in powder blue.
And I don't know where you went when you left me but. It says here in the water, you must be gone by now. I can tell somehow. One hand on the trigger of the telephone.