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.