Winter Love
She doesn't want a boyfriend, she wants a winter love
She's on the prowl for a man to give her hugs
She's going to steal his hoodies and leave him cold
This is the saddest love story ever told
She looks and smiles and we fall for it
She gives us the number and we end up calling it
We link up, have a few dates and then we know what happens
The alcohol leads us to think the night had passion
We wake up next to a stranger we don't know
She offers us breakfast before we go
We stay for a bite to eat, next thing we're discussing the next date
She's the queen and has us in check mate
We let her wear our hoody, she keeps it forever
She'll still have it when we're not together
She uses a guy to keep her warm instead of buying a coat
I fear losing more hoodies than getting my heart broke
I've lost so many already, they're out there in the wild somewhere
I want my hoodies back, it's not fair
Please don't take it serious ladies, I'm just having fun
But if you want to wear hoodies, you'll have to buy your own one
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