errr…less inspiring form of precipitation?

snowflakes keep falling on my head

it’s snowing, it’s blowing, the old man is snoring
he bumped his head and went to bed
and didn’t get up in the morning

so if you want to love me
then darlin don’t refrain
or else i’ll just end up walkin
in the cold november snow

it’s snowing. snowing. ooh baby it’s snowing.
you can always come into me,
come into me.

Let the snowy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the snow
I’ve a smile on my face


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