Hot Hot Wet
I'm not a fan of fanning weather
humid heat sweats my feet
I'm not a man that fans the sweater
frosty ice I shiver creak
the sun's too hot the snow's too cold
moaning like this I must be old
but I’m just young and miserable
a head of hair not going bald
a face you want to kiss and pull
or flat reject so I've been told
I only moan about the weather
never moan my life get better
I just can't wait for the sun to setter
who likes armpits forever wetter.
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