A Cold Question
Alaska
Is what her parents named her
Cause when her parents named her they were baked
I think that
They must have had a premonition
Cause I'm sittin' round here wishing
Her excuses weren't half-baked
But when the air turns cold
I think I'll ask her once again
Alaska
Is what her parents called her
But who would want a daughter cold as ice?
And although
I've begged her to reconsider
I'm doubting she'll deliver
Cause the summer's not so nice
But when the air's no longer gold
I'll ask her once again
Snow is convenient
For sledding and skiing
For playing but not for keeping in your heart
Alaska, sincerely, I'm waning, I'm freezing
To sleep or to death
Before we even start
Before we even start
Before we even start
Resuscitate me, please restart my heart
Alaska
Has a problem with commitment
No kidding
But when the air turns cold
I think I'll ask her once again
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