Arctic, Hands Poem by Mark Heathcote
Arctic, Hands
Arctic hands don't make me shiver, don't make me cold
you're not the North Pole, sweetheart look at me
sweetheart, you're not the snow queen of my heart
my hands are warm; let me help you to live.
Arctic, hands don't make me shiver, after the storm
send me a warm winter's wink
sweetheart, you're not the snow queen of my heart
I must be going snowblind
but I can still carry you home.
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