Promenad i vinterland.
Jag glömmer varje sommar hur jobbigt det är att pulsa fram.
Jag glömmer varje sommar hur jobbigt det är att pulsa fram.
"When the temperature dips
I'm in my baby's arms
His tender fingertips
Know just how to keep me warm
It may be zero degrees
With the snow falling down
I've got warm and tender love
Just as long as he's around
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure baby
Can one guy bring
Winter nights can be awful cold
Without someone to hold
But when I have you next to me
Baby, I'm in ecstasy"
I'm in my baby's arms
His tender fingertips
Know just how to keep me warm
It may be zero degrees
With the snow falling down
I've got warm and tender love
Just as long as he's around
It may be winter outside
But in my heart it's spring
How much joy and pleasure baby
Can one guy bring
Winter nights can be awful cold
Without someone to hold
But when I have you next to me
Baby, I'm in ecstasy"
1 kommentar:
Samma här, varje sommar så kommer man inte ihåg varför man wayjna arschlet av sig över att cykla under vintern. Sen kommer isen, snön och jävulskapen och man minns alltför väl...
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