Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Employing a little mind over matter today?
Indeed. If you don't mind, it don't matter.
So even though it's a brisk 98 degrees today, you'll sing songs about winter and snow, and nobody will notice.
Well, I also figured that since everybody is out there whining about the heat today, hearing somebody sing about snow would be a welcome change of pace.
It's hot. Deal with it.
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