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Here
comes a cold:
break out the winter clothes
and find a love
to call your own.

You;
enter you:
your cheeks a shade of pink,
and the rest of you
in powder blue.

Who knows
what will be?
But I'll make you
this guarantee, see:

No way November will see our goodbye,
when it comes to December,
it's obvious why:
no one wants to be alone at
Christmas time.

In the dark,
on the phone,
you tell me the names of your brothers,
and your favorite colors;
I'm learning you.

And when
it snows again,
we'll take a walk outside
and search the sky
like children do;
I'll say to you:

No way November will see our goodbye,
when it comes to December,
it's obvious why:
no one wants to be alone at
Christmas time.

And come January,
we're frozen inside:
making new resolutions
a hundred times.

February: won't you be my
Valentine?

And we'll both be
safe 'til St. Patrick's Day.

We should take a ride tonight
around the town and look around
at all the beautiful
houses.

Something in the way that blue lights
on a black night
can make you feel more.

Everybody,
it seems to me,
just wants to be
just like
you and me.

No one wants to be alone at
Christmas time.

Come January,
we're frozen inside:
making new resolutions
a hundred times.

February: won't you be my
Valentine?

And if our always
is all that we gave,
and we
someday
take that away,
I'll be alright
if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day.