The Winter Blues
I'm a summertime guy, that's what I like the best:
I love wearing my shorts and exposing my chest.
The warmth of the sun is beating on my back;
I listen to my playlist while enjoying my snack.
There's a view of the ocean as far as the eye can see,
And beautiful women winking at me.
I close my eyes as I feel the breeze;
All of a sudden, I begin to sneeze.
Instead of relaxing in Honolulu,
I'm laying in bed going, "Ah-ah-achooo!"
It was all a beautiful dream, I suppose;
I have a sore throat and a stuffy nose.
I caught a bad cold-- just my luck!
Until I feel better, I guess I'm stuck.
I look outside as the snow is falling;
Summer left too quickly and now I'm bawling.
I'm wishing and praying for really good news
Because there's no cure for the winter blues.
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