Cold Snap

He was the king of random fancy

An incorrigible flirt

He liked to try put up her on a pedistal

Just so he could look up her skirt

But he's changing

And she is nobody's girlfriend

She doesn't mind

Dormant desires which are better kept clandestine

He captured her imagination

A brutal vista on the map

She thought she felt a little break

But it was the weather

From a chilling wind to full-fledged cold snap

We will be lazy with our language

And comfortable with our clothes off

We will say just what we have in mind

And she's still nobody's girlfriend

She doesn't mind

Dormant desires which are better kept clandestine

The way you want it is just

The way it's going to be

That's the way you want it

It's just the way it's going to be

The only version you'll see, me - oh - I still see the

Broken up, broken down

Broken up, broken down

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